Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
- Macbeth (Act IV, Scene I)
We sometimes get meat from a farmer's co-op out of state. The shipment we got today was packed with dry ice. How could I not put it to use?
The mug is pewter, filled with warm water and a small chunk of dry ice.
There were some really interesting noises coming from the mug as the dry ice sublimated from solid to gas...lots of creaks and groans that would have made Shakespeare's witches cackle with delight. But I didn't have eye of newt, toe of frog, wool of bat, or tongue of dog. And I certainly didn't have gall of goat or baboon's blood. So I didn't wind up with a potion for Macbeth, just a cold pewter mug and a cool shot for today.
