Black Russian

I have only a couple of minutes before picking up Caleb from Cubs, so this will be short. Yesterday I was again lazy and instead of making a Chi Chi from scratch which was my plan I went for the Black Russian, which was kind of blah without Coke and as I'd just shoved a bunch of caramel corn down my throat I didn't feel like Coke, so after a few sips I converted it to a White Russian, which was much nicer.  Then Patrick opened white wine, to go with the fish, so I had a glass of that (Jackson Triggs, I think, Chardonnay), and was nauseous during the night, and sweaty which I often am lately, and was sure that I must have a lymphoma.  This morning, though, it occurred to me it might have something to do with the combination of vodka, kahlua, 10% cream, white wine, and caramel corn.

I now know that "one measure" of liquor is 15 mL, which is half an ounce (thanks, James - if you're right), so it seems I've been making everything double strength so far.  Hopefully the Chi Chi, with its ingredients properly portioned, will be as delicious as I remember from Medicine Hat College days... I have a fresh pineapple and everything.  Should be interesting with prime rib and roast potatoes.