Just a day into the oh-ten new year, I had the good fortune and good company to sample a new drink. Glogg! A drink made all the more exciting by the fact that there's an umlaut in it. (I don't know how to type an umlaut.)
Glogg is a Swedish mulled wine. Of course, I've had mulled wine before, but the familiarity of this drink is part of what makes it so special. It was slightly sweeter than similar drinks I've had and was finished with raisins and almonds that wait as tiny alcohol-soaked treats at the bottom of your mug. It didn't suprise me but enabled me to appreciate nuances of a drink I've had, but haven't had, every winter.
I want to recline in the moments and tastes and spaces where familiar and new meet. Here we have experience yet fresh perspective. Like having a dear friend in your new(ish?) city. I was reminded about why I love my neighborhood bar. We went places I've never been, but they seemed intimate and comfortable. And I was able to softly detect the ways she's changed yet remains true.
