Why I don’t like ginger….

So I whipped up some stir fry vegetables and ginger-teriyaki-lemon chicken for the Corrupted Family (all 8 of us) last night somewhere in between doing an analysis of Milton’s “Paradise Lost” (which makes me want to stab something) and an essay on an allegedly “gay” caveman for anthropology class.

I was munching on the chicken and while tender, juicy and flavorful, was gross. I didn’t like the nibbling on my tongue and in the back of my throat of the ginger. I don’t like ginger and haven’t since 2008. Why not?

The entire freaking bottle....

Once upon a time, when I still drank, and was out with a good ol’ drinking buddy out on the islands, we happened upon this bottle as a promo at our favorite watering hole. We proceeded to drink the bottle and experimented with different ways to drink VSOP cognac that is infused with ginger. I remember it being delicious. Different liquors and cordials, different mixers, chilled, straight up, shot glasses and snifters. Oh baby, that stuff went down smooth.

Drunk, we went home.

I proceeded to throw up half a fifth handle however much half of 750 is of milliliters of VSOP cognac that reeked of ginger. I wanted to die.

So to this day, I don’t like ginger. I can tolerate it provided my chicken dishes don’t get doused in Chambord, sour mix and a splash of sprite along with the ginger, but I don’t like it one bit.





About Malachi the Drink Slinger

Finally transferring to that four year school in January, my goals made, my life set, the blinders dropped, my past signed and sealed, my future bright and airy, a writer, a thinker, a feeler, someone who is enthralled by beauty, an artist worth slightly more than two shits, a lover, a fighter, a person on the way to become the person I have always wanted to be....


  1. Ha! Exactly the reason I don’t drink Southern Comfort.

  2. That doesn’t even sound good. I think ginger tastes like Pine-Sol.

  3. I once woke up on my living room floor, in a position I’ve never been able to recreate, after a tequila binge. I couldn’t smell, let alone drink, the stuff for about a decade after that. I’m thinking around 2018 you can crack open a ginger beer to celebrate and things will probably be okay again.

    A gay cave man? Dude, that’s awesome!

  4. flippingtables

    That’s a great story.

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