Discussions about eggcorns and related topics
You are not logged in.
Registrations were closed for a long time because of forum spam, but I have re-opened them on a trial basis.
The forum administrator (chris dot waigl at gmail dot com) reserves the right to request users to plausibly demonstrate that they are real people with an interest in the topic of eggcorns. Otherwise they may be removed with no further justification. Likewise, accounts that have not been used for posting may be removed.
Thanks for your understanding.
Chris -- 2015-05-30
I’ve just tentatively sampled a little sloe gin, which this year I’ve made for the first time. Patience is required in its preparation, which is probably why I’ve never made it before, but it has been worth the wait. It occurred to me, lifting the glass to my screaming lips, that it is as much a slow as a sloe gin. It’s eggcornish possibilities are too blatant to dwell upon but, looking at the keyboard, there is also much scope for finger-slip. These examples, I hope, skip that likelihood.
Before I ever encountered sloe gin, I thought it was “slow gin” and thus was gin made by some slow-distillation process. After learning that it was “sloe gin”, named after the sloe berry, I still had no idea what to expect. The sloe berry is the brutally sour and highly astringent fruit of the prickly blackthorn bush …
(I said the recipe was easy; I didn’t say it was quick. Some experts recommend leaving the fruit and gin to steep for as long as six months. Maybe that’s why some people think the liqueur is called “slow gin.”)
I have been on a quest for a truly great sloe gin fizz since first learning of them, only a little over a year ago. Although at the time I thought it was slow gin fizz. I guess that shows my unworldliness in matters alcoholic.
Slow Gin? No! S-L-O-E Gin. Sloes are little berries, that grow wild in hedgerows all over England and the reason you might have never heard of them up until now, is that they’re not widely cultivated because they have an off-taste
Hatching new language, one eggcorn at a time.
I did look Kem, honest, but must have seen only the slow-eyed opener, and imagined the gin was all mine. I confess also that my sampling may have been a little more than tentative after such a long wait.