14 Hands Hot to Trot in one thirsty throat.

Mayflower wasn’t going to anchoring in Cape Cod, but strong winter seas interrupted to planned destination Virginia Colony and forced pilgrims to stop in November 21, 1620 in place, which will Provincetown from where they moved further and based Plymouth Colony. It was a second English vessel arrived on coast of this land, which was filled of Puritans, people whose views wasn’t accepting in British kingdom. Community of these free people will populate a territory which will become New England from where will ignite rebellion against empire and will be created the United States of America.
I always had interest to this country. I had in thoughts of “returning home” in arriving to New York despite I wasn’t there before. Then I didn't know that I am going to the cradle of the United States where was a found job and movement to it was with coming to Boston at first to which I, unfortunately, hadn’t interest then and two times I was there in few minutes for buy a ticket on bus, which I’ve purchased it from made me funny company “Plymouth”, because I knew a car with it’s name. It entertained me again when bus had stop in this town.

All right, I willn’t pretend in hiding of my alcohol addiction and will tell how I had 14 Hands Hot to Trot of year 2015 on the Anniversary of Landing.

A bottle of Washington wine from Columbia Valley to which I did pilgrimage (you should be was thinking that I wasn’t going to use it in telling?) long before of celebration. Turkey fillet was cut on thin slices on which I strongly used a meat spice and crumbs of bread. Fusion of olive and vegetable oils was a spectacular discovery of French cuisine for me. I poured drops of these liquids on heated pan to where was put Turkey meat then. I wasn't risk in experiments.
An uncorked bottle of 14 Hands Hot to Trot gave a poly flavor and a first sip was divine. Strangely, wine was contrasting in frequently using, which was a taste of grape wastes. It was nicely drinking with breaks. Although that's experience made to feel magnificent in aftertaste.

I am not sure on visiting of Provincetown, because I was a passenger in trucks of filled of ice, which was delivering in different points of Cape Cod. Weeks later I was rolling peninsula in a pickup with a staff of landscape designing.