A Bit Too Much
So it was Easter past and a tradition not of churches for us but of visiting friends we've known for over 30 years. We've known their "kids" since they were indeed kids (as in 7/9/11) and some are now married with their own kids. Anyway, part of the dad's Polish tradition is to drink some Żubrówka Buffalo grass vodka ("in tribute to the bison --'zubr' in Polish-- that were fond of the sweet-tasting grass," wrote the site Wine ), each shot followed by a bite of either pickled or straight herring on rye bread. Of course, a few people there had a small shot and followed the tradition out of courtesy, and a few (me) carried it onward to another, and another, and another. Now this really wasn't me, but then there I was, sliding my shot glass over as if waiting for that famous "flashlight in the eyes" moment when "I've had enough" switches over to "why not?" (My wife and the other spouses --whom I thank...