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readingat3amisnormal · 4 years

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Two years ago, the lumberjack said once they’d coaxed some whiskey into him to calm his nerves. Two years ago, if not to the day then certainly to the week. He had a story he wanted to share with us, and- rather unusually for him- it had had two long years to age.

We crowded around him, all of us in the pub. We were up for a good story every once in a while. What we found, though…

He almost hadn’t noticed the voice the first time.

He’d been out in the woods far-side of the peak at night- never advised, of course, but sometimes necessary. It had been close to midnight on the Winter Solstice, and he’d been collecting sap from the trees.

There was a rhythm he’d fallen into- over and over again, the staccato beat of crunching bark and steel cracking against wood set to a metronome of sap drops hitting the bottom of the bucket. He’d been at it for hours, so his inattentiveness could be excused.

“Sacrifice accepted.” A cold voice intoned, so sterile and dissonant and- and at-odds with his surroundings that he was ready to dismiss it as an auditory hallucination.

Thankfully, it persisted. Unfortunately, it persisted.

“Sacrifice accepted.” it repeated.

Saccharine sap flowed from the spigot and pooled on the ground, spreading like syrup over the dead leaves and the snowy mulch. He’d paused before hanging the bucket from its bracket, the icy vapours of his breath diffusing through the moonlight, and spun to face it.

What had been mistaken as a voice in his head was abruptly given physical form- a deciduous oozing a thick, clear sap from a spigot in its side. While he couldn’t see exactly what was making the noise, it was definitely coming from that tree.

“Sacrifice accepted.” It said, and now it had a dreadful air of finality about it. He rubbed his arm, looking around. The air was still- menacing in a way he’d never felt before.

The sap turned blood-red.

A sudden, ambiguous crunch of dead leaves had the hair on the back of his neck standing straight. Like a shotgun round, a spike of pure fear had him paralyzed.

He turned, slowly, to face the noise.

Abruptly, he was a bellows, chest rising and falling thunderously. Three, count them- one, two, three pairs of too-bright eyes staring out at him from the darkness. Antlers so massive they could be mistaken for branches- at least, until the great hulking thing moved into the clearing and he saw with great clarity what he was up against and- oh!

At this, he threw himself upon the lacquered wood of the bar and wouldn’t say another word until we’d ordered another round- on the house, of course.

Steam rose off a great, panting beast of strange, unusual proportions, he said. One that loosely resembled a reindeer, but not one he’d ever seen before. It tossed its head back, exposing bone-white, knife-sharp canines that shone like candles in the moonlight. It chittered with delight, eyeing him greedily.

In that moment, he knew he was a dead man walking.

As the deer stalked towards him, cloaked in shadow and a fine sheen of misty snow, he prayed to every god he knew. He couldn’t, shouldn’t die like this. Not this afraid…

A dark, sonorous sound echoed through the forest; a cacophony of brass, ice, and crimson; a minor triad that cut through the night like a blade.

The woods held their breath.

A stranger with a dark red cloak landed hard from an indeterminate height, snow blasting out in all directions from the impact. The reindeer reared on its hind legs, screeching into the night- an awful, eldritch sound reminiscent of iron scraping on teeth.

The stranger threw his cloak back onto the snow, revealing his long, scraggly hair and bare body. In either hand, he held a bell.

Abruptly distressed, the reindeer whinnied. It stomped furiously, damn near trampling a baby pine to death, and made to charge.

The bells jingled, and it screamed again- just as awful as the first time. It didn’t seem to affect the- man? No, this… the stranger was more than that. He stood taller and broader than the tallest man the lumberjack knew. His bronze skin glowed in the sparse moonlight.

The deer was aggravated, snorting and whinnying- a sound like no other, the chittering of a billion vampire bats over a funeral dirge. It was aggravated, and when it next attacked, it wouldn’t hold back.

A single drop of sweat dripped from the strangers’ beard. His hands clenched tighter around his bells, veins pulsating, muscles rippling up his well-toned arms and across his bare shoulders.

“HO!” he roared, and the two charged.

At this, he fell silent once more. We had already resolved to coax the rest out of him with some on-the-house whiskey, but he refused. He thought for a minute, then- in slurred but no unclear terms- said that there were no words to describe what happened next.

He could wax poetic about Atlas struggling with the weight of the sky and prevailing, about blizzards bearing down on a lone mountaineer who would survive to tell the tale, about a volcanic eruption being interrupted by a tsunami. In the end, he conceded, words wouldn’t do it justice.

They clashed in the snow, a truly violent affair the likes of which he’d never seen before and hoped to never see again. The reindeer gnashed its teeth and kicked with its massive legs, while the stranger used his size to his advantage and wrestled it to the ground.

When asked to elaborate on how the stranger had managed to do this, he fell silent once more.

Point being- the beast was bound; gasping, frothing and thrashing in a tantrum of truly epic proportions. The stranger held it down, though, vice-grip straining every muscle in his body.

“Easy, girl, easy…” he whispered, voice like a winter storm coaxing the intrepid lumberjack out of the semi-lucid state he’d found himself in.

He reached a trembling arm out towards the nearest tree-trunk, fighting for breath. Simply watching the fight had taken a toll on him. He shivered all over.

“Y-y-you-”

The stranger turned to him, and he saw- suffering, pain, a deep, unquenchable thirst, and rage. Crimson rage, tinting all else.

“Tell nobody you saw this.” The stranger spoke gravely. “Next time, I’ll let her eat her fill.”

The lumberjack turned and ran.

And now I’ve told you, he concluded with a hearty gulp of ale. Simple fact is, I can’t live with that in my head anymore. I just can’t. I’m sorry.

I patted him on the back and offered him a gift card for three free drinks. He smiled sadly.

They’d found him dead, two days later. Body broken, face down in a ravine he’d been smart enough not to step foot in before. Most of the meat had been torn from his body, and all that was left was an axe and some bits of flannel. After some deliberation by the council, it was ruled an accident. Life moved on.

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foodreceipe · 4 years

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My Favorite Beverage Is a 2,000-Year-Old Energy Drink From Ancient Rome

The Romans sure knew how to quench their thirst.

Gwynn Guilford

Photo from the Metropolitan Museum of Art/The Elisha Whittelsey Collection, The Elisha Whittelsey Fund, 1949.

We all know it’s good to hydrate. Water can be so blah though. So when I’m trying to rehydrate after a long run in the summer heat, I tend to reach for an old-timey solution: The energy drink of ancient Rome.

The Romans were famed for their innovations in military logistics, which allowed them to extend their territory from Rome and its immediate surrounds to the whole Mediterranean and ultimately, with the establishment of the Roman Empire, virtually all of western Eurasia. But an army can’t win if it’s thirsty. Enter posca. This blend of vinegar and water—and possibly salt, herbs, and other stuff—holds a special place in beverage history thanks to its role as the Gatorade of the Roman army.

It’s possible posca was Greek in origin. Its name may have derived from the Greek word epoxos, which means “very sharp,” according to The Logistics of the Roman Army at War, by Jonathan Roth, historian at San Jose State University. But the beverage owes its fame to the small, but essential, part it played in the Roman army’s legendary efficiency. As early as the middle of the Roman Republic era (509-27 BCE), the military rationed posca to troops along with grains and, very occasionally, meat and cheese. That policy continued for centuries, well into the Roman Empire.

Roman soldiers did, of course, drink water. But historical records suggest that it wasn’t their beverage of choice. Consider what Plutarch wrote about how Cato the Elder, an officer during the Second Punic War (218-202 BCE), dealt with his thirst, according to Roth:

Water was what he drank on his campaigns, except that once in a while, in a raging thirst, he would call for vinegar, or when his strength was failing, would add a little wine.

Like Cato, Romans prized wine for its supposed health benefits, as Rod Phillips, a historian at Carleton University in Ottawa, writes in his book Wine: A Social and Cultural History of the Drink That Changed Our Lives. That made posca—which contained vinegar made from wine gone bad—vastly preferable to plain old H20. And wine, at the time, was plentiful. Rich Romans put back titanic volumes of it. As the reach of Roman imperialism spread throughout Europe, viticulture followed, which “gave their armies ready access to wine depots almost everywhere,” writes Phillips.

For military officials, off wine was a cheap source of calories to distribute in bulk. Diluting it with water to make posca “effectively doubled the volume of liquid ration given to the soldiers at a very low cost,” observes Roth.

There probably was something to the Romans’ belief in posca’s health benefits. The drink’s acidity and slight alcohol content would likely have neutralized bacteria, making it safer than drinking straight water. That could have been a big benefit, given that tainted water has been known to ravage armies more effectively than battle. Vinegar was also thought to help stave off that scourge of militaries throughout history—scurvy. (It doesn’t, as it turns out. But Ancient Romans were hardly the only ones to misplace faith in vinegar’s antiscorbutic virtues; as late as the mid-1800s, the US Army rationed apple cider vinegar to troops stationed in America’s southwest during the Mexican War, according to Roth.)

Mind you, military leaders and other elites generally didn’t deign to drink posca, which was more a drink of the common people, according to Pass the Garum, a fantastic blog dedicated to exploring Roman cuisine. When Roman emperor Hadrian wanted to slum it with his soldiers, this would have been his drink of choice. As Pass the Garum notes, the ancient historian Suetonius mentions vendors selling posca on the streets during the early years of the Roman Empire. Both among soldiers and common folk, posca continued to enjoy favor well into the Middle Ages, writes Andrew Dalby, a renowned historian of Greek and Roman cuisines, in Food in the Ancient World from A to Z.

Aside from slaking Roman thirst, posca’s other main claim to fame arises from its controversial cameo in the Bible. As Jesus Christ was suffering crucifixion—or possibly just before, at Golgotha—Roman soldiers offered him sips of the stuff from a sponge held aloft with a reed, according to Matthew 27:48. Depending on the interpretation, they did this either to help lessen his anguish or to needle him, notes Phillips. Whatever the case, Jesus wasn’t having it. “After tasting the posca, Christ refused to drink it,” writes Phillips. So what did posca taste like? It’s a little hard to say. Due to its ubiquity in Roman literature of the day, we can safely conclude that it involved some ratio of water and red wine vinegar. But might it also have featured other flavors? History isn’t very helpful on that score, since no Roman posca recipes exist.

Thanks to Byzantine medical writers, however, we’re not totally in the dark. Aëtius of Amida and Paul of Aegina, both Byzantine Greek physicians of the sixth and seventh centuries, respectively, included recipes for a “palatable and laxative” posca that included cumin, fennel seed, celery seed, anise, thyme, and salt, according to another book by Dalby, Tastes of Byzantium: The Cuisine of a Legendary Empire. (However, Dalby complicates the matter somewhat by noting that the word they used, the Greek loanword phouska, may by that time have become a catchall term for second-rate wine substitutes.)

Adding herbs and sweeteners push posca in the direction of more familiar old school vinegar-based drinks like switchel, sekanjabin, and shrub. Throw in salt, and you have the combo of carbohydrates and sodium used in Gatorade and other modern sports drinks that help you recover the water and salts lost during exercise (or from simply sweating a lot). That makes sense: tromping around Europe and Asia Minor while saddled with armor and packs was undoubtedly sweaty work.

As for modern-day perspirers, why buy commercial sports drinks to slake your thirst when you can make the Gatorade of the ancients? While the scribes of antiquity haven’t left us a lot to go on, that hasn’t stopped food bloggers and Roman enthusiasts—and me—from trying. For anyone wanting to join in, here are a few recipes and guidelines to get your started. Make sure to use brewed vinegar only—red wine, black, balsamic, or apple cider, for example—and not distilled.

Though we have only the faintest hint that posca was sweetened, lots of recipes call for honey—like ”Sharp-but-sweet Posca” from Pass the Garum:

2 tbsp red wine vinegar

250ml water

1 tbsp honey

According to this recipe, honey should first be melted in the microwave for about 20 seconds, and then added to the water and stirred. Then add the vinegar.

If you want something a little “sharper,” this recipe, from the site Romae Vitam, calls for a much higher proportion of vinegar to water, as well as crushed coriander seeds:

1.5 cups of red wine vinegar

0.5 cups of honey

1 tablespoon of crushed coriander seed

4 cups of water

The recipe calls for boiling the honey and letting it cool before combining. Also, make sure to strain out the crushed coriander before drinking.

My own posca–making is guided not by zeal for ancient Rome, but, rather, because I’m really thirsty. So while my concoction was inspired by what I learned from a lecture on ancient Roman cuisine a few years back, it has since strayed from the more authentic recipes listed above. I’ll still use diluted apple cider vinegar, if it’s handy, but I’ll sometimes go with homemade kombucha. And instead of honey, I prefer a glug of maple syrup (less messy). Also, usually, a little salt. And definitely a ton of ice. I’m not sure if you can still call that posca. But whatever it is, on a hot day, it sure hits the spot.

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ponyartistbrainiac · 7 years

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Canterlot tales chapter 1: the teaching method "Magic....what is 'magic'? It's an aura with telekinetic properties that comes out of a spiraled bone that is directly connected to the brain and protruding out of the skull of a pony called a 'unicorn' it is specific to unicorns and the demi-god like alicorns and is useful for everyday mundane tasks as well as powerful energized spells of epic proportions. Unicorns are usually limited to being able to only use a limited amount of magic while some excel much farther than others through sheer dedication and a love for knowledge and friendship. What is 'friendship'? Friendship is the fuel that ignites this magic in all ponies yet only unicorns can use it for outside of body tasks while others use it for flight, strength, or earthly connections. Unicorns are unique to being able to fabricate the very essence of the feeling their heart has into the material world. The sensation must be phenomenal however I would never know, being an earth pony in this screwed up world..." The numbers on the alarm clock show 2 AM and the purple stallion continues writing in one of his many journals his findings on the biology of the pony body and the effects of magic before the pencil drops from his mouth with a sudden yawn. His council with Princess Celestia, after his years of traveling and learning, is tomorrow and he has butterflies in his stomach. He has never met Celestia before and he was shocked and surprised when a bright red phoenix dropped a letter on the table in front of him while he was drinking coffee at the small family diner in Goatria. The other ponies gasped around him in awe at the creature before them, knowing full well whom it belonged to. "Why would the princess care about the magic findings of a curious earth pony?" he thought to himself, but decided to accept the invitation for tea-time with the princesses, despite the fact that he hated tea. The next day he attempted to brush out his nasty matted black mane, but eventually gave up and tied it back instead. He drowned himself in huckleberry cologne to at least try to be presentable. If his late mother saw him now... Looking like this, just before what could possibly be a once in a lifetime opportunity, looking like he climbed from a coal mine... She would surely tan his hide. He walked out of the door of the Canterlot Inn and ran towards the castle with much haste. He arrived early, however, and walked into the lobby of the castle. He had been here many times as a child and he has seen the princesses around, but never had a chance to talk to them. His father owned the Canterlot Cafe to the left of him. However, he died along with his mother and the cafe was handed down to his younger sister Rose. Though knowing her, she is probably still asleep. He walks to the guards in front of the throne chambers and shows them the letter. They then lead him to a large garden outside of the castle where several golden chairs and tables, lots of teas and sweets are set up. Since he is early, the princesses are nowhere in sight and he is seated in a plush chair at the large round table on looking the garden. There are lots of rare singing birds he has never seen before as well as other rare animals that seem to be playing happily as he watches them in nervous anticipation. After what seemed like a millennium, Celestia herself... and only Celestia appeared. She quickly and quietly sits down across the way of the stallion and smiles warmly. "Brainiac, I presume?" she asks in a soft voice as the purple stallion stares in an unsightly gawk at her up close beauty. "Yes, madam! That would be me and might I say: You look devilishly ravishing today," he sweats nervously and puffs out his chest like a schoolboy showing off to a cheerleader. Celestia, in response, giggles softly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Brainiac. I have heard so much about you from your sister." His chest instantly deflates after he learns that the only reason she knows who he is was due to his gossiping sister... Damn her to Tartarus! "O-oh?" he asks. She looks him in the eye: "Why yes. You seem to have quite the fascinating thirst for knowledge of the magic arts, despite being an earth pony. Why don't you tell me why that is? Why did you not accept the perks of being an earth pony and instead choose to chase after something you know you can never have?" Brainiac winces slightly and then stares at her directly in her eyes, the angelic alicorn is smiling boldly, what could she be thinking? "Why does it matter I can study whatever I wish, that's like asking a fire pony why he would run through searing flames to save others even though he isn't fireproof." Brainiac looks rather frazzled at her question and she turns her head slightly and raises an eyebrow. "Is that so little pony, so you're truly doing it for curiosities sake and nothing more?" Brainiac looked away, in truth deep down he truly wished to find a way to use magic like everyone else in his family could without the need of a horn protruding from his forehead, but, no matter where he went he just couldn't seem to find any evidence of any non unicorns using magic in modern age. He sighed softly and looked back at her. "Yes, I'm doing it because I'm passionate about studying it, it's something everyone in my family can do but me and as a colt it frustrated me, I wanted to know what it was like so I found out on my own." Celestia smiled warmly, "And what was it you discovered sir?" Brainy pulled the scrolls out if his saddlebag and pushes them over with his nose to the princess. Celestia levitated them and read through them with the speed only an immortal one could manage. "Very interesting indeed, your style of writing and thirst for knowledge remind me of a student I once had." He looks up at her his eyes widened because he didn't think she of all ponies would be impressed by his findings. "Oh?" He asks softly? Celestia grins widely again, "how would you like a job Brainiac? He raises an eyebrow but before he can open his mouth a young stallion with white and brown patched fur and strawberry red hair walks in with a tea pot and he changes the cold tea with a new fresh cup. Celestia smiles in his direction. Brainiac finally opened his mouth as the other stallion was changing things out. "What kind of job?", Celestia turns back to him. "A teaching job within my magic school you have a lot of knowledge and wisdom from your travels not many of my professors have had the time to actually go out and study in the field." Brainiac bit his lip, "Teaching foals? No thank you I don't have the patience". Celestia looks shocked that he declined then smiles again which is really starting to creep him out. "You're absolutely sure the answer is no?" He stands up and bows his head, "Yes and now if you'll excuse me I am afraid I must take my leave, I'm already behind as it is." He walks away quickly and Celestia chuckles and beckons the strawberry stallion over to her. "Follow him" she whispers."I think he needs a "friend" to help him change his mind." The stallion bows his head. "Yes your majesty". And he trots away after the purple stallion.

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trendingnewsb · 7 years

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The Daiquiri Is the Cocktail of Summer

Some people start wearing seersucker after Memorial Day. I start drinking Daiquiris.

If I could spend the days between the last Monday of May and the first Monday of September with one of these iced dew-drops close at hand at all times, and still remain married, housed, and employed, that would be the entirety of my plan for the summer. Sip Daiquiris; watch the world go by; pretend life is good.

Even though, in this vale of toil and tears, I cant pull such a thing off, I can still dream about it and, occasionally at the end of the day break off a little corner of it. Theres something about the cool, crisp kiss of a properly-made Daiquiri that makes it a miracle pill for being hot and bothered. Each one is like a little dipper of the old, pre-global warming Arctic Ocean in January, magically desalinated and infused with alcohol and poured into your glass.

That is exactly what the drink was invented to be. We know that because, unusually for one of the worlds great drinks, which tend to be born in shadow and spread by underground telegraph, we have remarkably solid information on how the Daiquiri was invented. The best account comes from a 1935 letter from Robert Huntington Lyman Jr. to the New York Suns Along the Wine Trail column. Lyman, a Pennsylvania-born mining engineer, was serving as comptroller of the Spanish-American Mining Co.s large iron mines in the hills above Daiquiri, a little fishing port 20-odd miles east of Santiago, Cuba. But Ill let him tell the story.

Jennings S. Cox, Jr. was general manager There were seven of us on the staff and we all lived together on the property. We were known in Santiago as La Mina de los Siete Solteros, or the mine of the seven bachelors.

The insurrection [i.e., the popular uprising that led to American intervention and the Spanish-American war] was on full tilt, 1897, and several hundred Spanish troops were camped on the property, not so much to protect us as to prevent the insurrectos from stealing our explosives. There was, of course, no safe overland communication with Santiago and we had to rely on the water route with very irregular boat service.

Occasionally, very occasionally, when the tug Colon was coming out with supplies a cake of artificial [i.e., machine-made] ice would be aboard for our use at the mine. Barring the occasional bottle of Scotch secured from an ore cargo boat, the only hard stuff we had available was Bacardi rum.

In our thirst for knowledge and other things, we naturally tried out various mixtures in which, however, Bacardi was always the base. Limes were, of course, abundant and when ice was at hand we just naturally discovered that a stiff jigger of Bacardi with a little sugar, half a lime and a generous amount of cracked ice rang the bell. This combination, decanted, just about filled a cocktail glass and thereby became known, very improperly as a cocktail [cocktails at the time had bitters and no fruit juiceed.], but to us patrones it was never known by any name other than a Daiquiri.

Of the seven of us, all of whom no doubt had suggestions to offer as to proportions, ingredients, & c., each always claimed credit for the creation, none more violently than myself, but the contribution added so much to the sum of human happiness theres glory enough to go around

All the above happened before the Spanish war, and even then we had transplanted the tipple to the Anglo-American Club in Santiago, where it immediately became the popular drink.

Lymans story checks out in just about as many of its details as can be checked out; indeed, he wrote letters to American newspapers about his experiences in Cuba. In 1898, when the Americans, who landed at Daiquiri, reached Santiago, many of Army and Navy officers and their entourages made the Anglo-American Club their home-away-from-home. There, Coxwith mining operations temporarily suspendedheld forth from behind the clubs piano, deploying his fine voice, as one observer noted, and inimitable way of putting character into his songs to great effect on ragtime ditties, barracks-room balladas out of Kipling and whatever else popped into his head.

The one hitch in the story is the fact that the contemporary accounts of drinking at the club mention plenty of Bacardi, made right there in Santiago, but taken with soda, under the name el mismo (the same, as in Ill have the same thing hes having), not shaken up into a Daiquiri. That doesnt mean that Lymans story is wrong, of course. Sometimes drinks just take a while to find the right agent of transmission.

That probably came in January 1909, when Lucius Johnson and John Manchester, then junior officers in the Navy Medical Corps, were touring the battlefields of the Spanish-American War and ran into Jennings Cox, still at Daiquiri. He irrigated them with Daiquiris, as Johnson recalled in 1951, and they liked it. When they returned to Washington, they talked the bar of the Army-Navy Club into making the drink, which involved procuring Bacardi rum (then imported only in small quantities). Officers drank, and they drank Daiquiris.

By then, however, so did travelers to Cuba: The drink first appears in print that same year, as a Havana specialty; apparently, one of Coxs engineers was a regular at the popular Caf Telegrafo there, where he taught Emilio Maragato Gonzalez (1868-1940), head bartender there, to make the Daiquiri drink, and Margatos version of it had begun to catch on around town. With momentum behind it on at least two fronts, the Daiquiri made rapid progress. By 1914, it was everywhere, both in Cuba and in America, one of the great new drinks of the decade.

The original versionwell, we have Coxs recipe for that, which involved adding soda before shaking and pouring the whole thing unstrained into a glass. Of course, Lymans version might have been different (he didnt include it in his letter), and so might the version of any of the other seven bachelors. But once the concoction ran through the shakers of Maragato and the other expert mixologists in Havana, it came out as simple and refined as a drink can be.

Most modern drink-mixers make their Daiquiris with simple syrup and a lot of lime juiceat least three-quarters of an ounce. This makes a pleasant drink, but its not what they were making in Havana. The simple syrup adds volume to the drink, its true, but it also brings a slight plasticy texture to it. The original Cuban recipe used less sugar and lime and thus, proportionately, more rum, and it began with the simple step of stirring the sugar into the lime juice. I find that this makes for a brighter, leaner drink and takes little additional time.

Unfortunately, we no longer have the same Bacardi they had before World War I, which was largely made in pot stills and was, judging from old bottles Ive tasted, a richer, funkier rum than the present one. If youre traveling abroad, bring back some Havana Club 3-Year-Old, which has the funkiness if not all the richness. Other good options are Banks 5-Island, Denizen Aged White Rum, Plantation Three-Star, and Caa Brava, all of which have some of that sugarcane flavor.

Now I have some Daiquiri drinking to get back to.

Daiquiri

INGREDIENTS:

Half a good-sized, juicy Lime (this should be around .5 oz; if conspicuously juicy, add more sugar; if conspicuously stingy, add more juice)

1 tsp Sugar

2 oz Good, white rum

Glass: Coupe

DIRECTIONS:

Squeeze the lime directly into a shaker. Add the sugar and stir until dissolved. Add the rum, fill the shaker with ice and shake viciously. Strain into a chilled cocktail coupe. Do not garnish. Repeat until youre cool.

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Genre: Action, Adventure

Developer: Terminal Reality

Publisher: Sierra

ESRB Rating: Teen

Release Date: June 16, 2009

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Great Way To Defeat Stay Puft

To defeat stay puft, don’t constantly use the RT button, but press the LT button. Shoot it one time then let the air out. (RB)When he shoots out his marshmallow minions, use your RT to knock them back at him. Then he fall off the building and Ecto-1 will show up and they will have diolauge and that is the basics to beating this part. This is also my favorite level on the game.

The Gate.

On the final level you’re gunna have to help the Ecto 1 through a gate with 3 head like things on it. Here’s the 2 easiest way’s you can get through it:

1-You can Slime Tether the Stone Angels into the gate itself, 2 to 3 direct hits to the gate should do it depending on the difficulty level.

2-Use the same strategy as the 1st one, only instead of the Slime Tether use the Capture Stream.

I suggest the first way myself. But beware, not only is it just you and Ray, but you have to do it while being attcked by not only the Stone Angels but also those small crawling Headstones, use the Slime Blower against those. Well good luck. And remember, everything depends on the difficulty level.

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Scan at least 50% of ghosts and/or scannable objects in the game.

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Achievements

Achievement List

Complete the following achievements to unlock Xbox Live Gamerscore points:

Hero (10) - Revive any teammate 20 times. Speed Demon (15) - Get 100% score with the trap. Nice Thinking, Ray (10) - Find all the hidden collectibles. Full House (20) - Finish an online level with the help of 3 other players. Rush Hour Revenge (20) - Defeat the Subway Smasher. Story Teller (20) - Watch each comic without skipping. Rookies (10) - Finish the first level. Bustin' Makes Me Feel Good (10) - Unlock every level and defeat the final boss. Don't Touch the Car (40) - Finish a chase level with at least 75% of the Ecto-shield up. Team of Four (15) - Play with each character. Rockstar (10) - Destroy all the expensive LCD televisions in the hotel. ColorBlind (20) - Kill a Slime Abomination with the wrong weapon.

Achievement List

We Came, We Saw. (50) Complete the game on ‘Casual’ or ‘Experienced’difficulty.

Are You A God? (100) Complete the game on ‘Professional’ difficulty.

Slam Dunk! (15) Slam dunk a ghost into a trap.

Slime Dunk! (15) Trap a ghost using the Slime Tether.

Stasis Dunk! (15) Trap a ghost using the Stasis Stream.

I Ain’t ‘Fraid of No Ghost! (10) Trap a ghost.

Aim for the Flat Top! (10) Eliminate a creature.

Heat ‘Em Up (20) Purchase all upgrades for the Proton Gun.

Mother Pus Bucket! (20) Purchase all upgrades for the Slime Gun.

We be fast! They be slow! (20) Purchase all upgrades for the Dark MatterGenerator.

I Don’t Want My Face Burned Off (20) Purchase all upgrades for the MesonCollider.

We Have the Tools! (40) Purchase all available equipment upgrades.

The Destructor (30) Complete the game with more than $3,000,000 in propertydamage.

Nice Shootin’, Tex! (30) Complete the game with less than $100,000 inproperty damage.

.And You Want to Keep It? (20) Collect a Cursed Artifact.

Spores, Molds, and Fungus (40) Collect all Cursed Artifacts.

I’m Picking Up A Signal. (20) Obtain a 100% PKE scan on a paranormalcreature.

Back Off Man. I’m a Scientist (40) Obtain 100% PKE scans for every paranormalcreature.

I’m a Ghostbuster, Not a Doctor! (20) Revive your teammates 20 times.

I Feel So Funky (5) Get slimed by a charging ghost.

Total Protonic Reversal (5) Knock yourself down with your own weapon.

You Gotta Try This Pole! (5) Slide down the fire pole.

It’s Slime Time (20) Use the Slime Tether on 15 ghosts.

I Looked at the Trap, Ray! (20) Recover 20 of your own full ghost traps.

Kosher! (10) Remedy a dubious food choice to make the bar mitzvah as orthodoxas it can be.

I Love You When You Rough-House! (10) The tidy arcitectural office could usesome Proton-based humbling.

But the Kids Love Us! (20) The children’s reading room has a story to tell,but it will take more than your eyes to see it.

You Never Studied (10) Keep your ears open to learn everything you can aboutthe Civil War.

I’ve Quit Better Jobs Than This. (20) Some ghosts had a real blowout in theCoat Room. Clean it up?

Hedgebuster (10) The hedge maze is a real eyesore; do some Protonic pruning.

One down, on the Ground! (20) Airborne coffins are an affront to gravity; useyour Proton Pack to avenge Mother Nature!

Ghostbusters Drinking Game (40) Quench your thirst wherever possible to avoidbeing scared spitless.

Loans Paid Off (10) More than $100,000 earned in Xbox LIVE.

On the Payroll (10) Successfully complete one Xbox LIVE campaign.

Egon’s Guinea Pig (10) Use one of every pickup (both power-ups andequipment).

Payday! (10) Be the overall top earner in each Xbox LIVE campaign setting.

It’s a Living (10) Trap over 50 ghosts in your Xbox LIVE Ghostbustingcareer.

Wanted! (10) Defeat three Most Wanted Ghosts.

Employee of the Month (10) Be top earner in each Xbox LIVE job type.

No Job Too Big (10) Defeat all Most Wanted Ghosts.

Gozer’s Most Wanted (15) Successfully complete each Xbox LIVE job in everylocation.

Overachiever (15) Get over $2,500,000 in Xbox LIVE, over 30 post-job awards,50 jobs completed.

We Have the Talent! (20) Complete the Firehouse training level.

The Flowers are Still Standing! (20) Complete the ‘Welcome to the HotelSedgewick’ level.

Once S’more into the Breach (20) Complete the ‘Panic in Times Square’ level.

Get Her! (20) Complete the ‘Checking Out the Library’ level.

Ghost Fever Grips New York (20) Complete the ‘Museum of (Super)NaturalHistory’ level.

Somebody Saw a Cockroach on 12 (20) Complete the ‘Return to the Sedgewick’level.

Let Me Guess, Gozer Worshippers (20) Complete the ‘Lost Island Rising’level.

Disaster of Biblical Proportions (20) Complete the ‘Central Park Cemetery’level.

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The Daiquiri Is the Cocktail of Summer

Some people start wearing seersucker after Memorial Day. I start drinking Daiquiris.

All the above happened before the Spanish war, and even then we had transplanted the tipple to the Anglo-American Club in Santiago, where it immediately became the popular drink.

Now I have some Daiquiri drinking to get back to.

Daiquiri

INGREDIENTS:

Half a good-sized, juicy Lime (this should be around .5 oz; if conspicuously juicy, add more sugar; if conspicuously stingy, add more juice)

1 tsp Sugar

2 oz Good, white rum

Glass: Coupe

DIRECTIONS: