Friday, January 1, 2016

Social Drinking

Social Drinking; Why Do We Drink Spoiled Liquids?

A touchy subject for sure, one which I nagged about, worried about, and fiercely taught about under the D.A.R.E. program at Carnelian Elementary School. I'm fairly certain that all my "ravings" fell on disinterested ears. I think this is the first time I've ever written down my thoughts on this subject, and not sure why I needed to today, January 1, 2016. Perhaps it was the flow of beverages at the party we attended last night, or the number of accidents reported on the news today.  Whatever, here it is.

Both my parents were alcoholics. That fact alone shaded how I reacted to drinking all these fermented fluids.  I witnessed first hand how alcohol changed a person's personality and reactions to others.  A funny and loving father changed into an angry and hateful person who caused me to tremble; a beautiful, happy mother became irrational and cruel, a fearsome woman to be avoided if possible. Most adults in my life were drinkers who slurred their words, spent nights in jail for DUI, and engaged in horrific arguments while "under the influence."

Experts say the tendency to alcoholism is inherited, and I, admittedly, have been scared to death it would happen to me. At least one of my mom and dad's grandchildren has been severely impacted by alcohol abuse.

Some feel the key is moderation, and many of our acquaintances drink moderately.  Many probably have some each day, and may not be sure where the line of moderation and addiction is drawn.  I know my mom began having "one little drink" with her work buddies daily during the war, and she fought a lifetime temptation. After she quit in 1952, she never drank again, but felt if she did, she'd slip back into drinking. My husband suffers migraines and doctors have told him one glass of red wine would give him an instant headache.

Aside from the negative effects on me of even a glass of wine (my head seems to lean to one side and everything becomes hysterical) thinking about what makes them causes a bit of nausea. I remember asking my school students if they would reach into their garbage disposal and eat something, to which they would all gag and scream, "NO!" Every alcoholic beverage is made from something spoiled which doesn't appeal to me.  Yes, a touchy subject for sure, but just my opinions and experiences.

Here's a partial Wikipedia list of of fermented beverages:

Beverages by raw material[edit]
The names of some alcoholic beverages are determined by their raw material.
Grains
Name of fermented beverage
Name of distilled beverage
rye whiskeyvodka (Poland), Korn (Germany)
Bourbon whiskeymoonshine, also vodka (rare)
burukutu (Nigeria), pito (Ghana), merisa (southern Sudan), bilibili(Chad, Central African Republic, Cameroon)
maotaigaoliang, certain other types of baijiu (China).
horilka (Ukraine), vodka, wheat whiskey, weizenkorn (Germany)
beerbrem (Bali), huangjiu and choujiu (China), Ruou gao(Vietnam), sake (Japan), sonti (India), makgeolli and chungju(Korea), tuak (Borneo Island), thwon (Nepal)
aila (Nepal), rice baijiu (China), shōchū (komejōchū) and awamori (Japan), soju (Korea)
millet beer (Sub-Saharan Africa), tongba (Nepal, Tibet), boza (the Balkans, Turkey)


Fruit juice
Name of fermented beverage
Name of distilled beverage
brandyCognac (France), VermouthArmagnac (France), Branntwein (Germany), pisco (Peru, Chile, Grozdova), Rakia (The Balkans, Turkey), singani (Bolivia), Arak (Syria, Lebanon, Jordan), törkölypálinka (Hungary)
cider (U.S.: "hard cider"), Apfelwein
applejack (or apple brandy), calvados, cider
perry, or pear cider; poiré (France)
Poire Williams, pear brandy, Eau-de-vie (France), pálinka (Hungary), Krushova rakia / Krushevitsa (Bulgaria)
slivovitzțuicăumeshupálinkaSlivova rakia / Slivovitsa (Bulgaria)

Kaisieva rakia (Bulgaria), pálinka (Hungary)
tepache (Mexico), Pineapple Wine (Hawaii)



ginborovička (Slovakia)

2 comments:

  1. I did not know this about you and your family background. My parents were non drinkers and I am so glad. I have "tasted" (I let it touch my lip, then licked it off) wine twice and champagne once. Neither was something I would want to "get used to." I have never been interested in it. One of my friends calls me "Baptist Girl" but that's OK. We laugh about it when she does and all is fine.

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  2. After my mom quit in 1952, she never drank again, but felt if she did, she'd slip back into drinking. Thanks for reading my blog.

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