Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

Never thought my lady would love hot wings like I do but now she's hooked and recently said if she had a month to live, she'd eat a pint of blue cheese in one sitting. Never thought I'd see this day -- especially from an ex-vegetarian who, when she began eating meat again, said she couldn't eat anything that contained bones because it reminded her that the meat came from a living animal.

This comes only a few weeks after she realized her love of raw oysters. For years she'd had a gross-out hatred of my favorite food and now she's a convert after I shucked them in the kitchen.

So now that she's on the train of eating food that makes life worth living, I'm gonna try and get her palate trained to like the ultimate: scotch whisky. And now the question is which scotch. Single malt? Johnnie Walker? On the rocks or neat? I'm thinking of skipping the light stuff like Scapa, or cheap stuff like Teacher's, and just going straight for the peaty campfire explosion of something like Laphroaig's. Still working out my strategy though ...