Throwback Thirsty Thursday

Fotor_156254983049744 This is an old pic from the rental house. I miss the bamboo privacy fence and the log bench in front of the fire pit he built me for Mother’s Day. 

It had been muggy and hot for days on end. Everything felt gross, but the flora was thriving. It was almost like I lived in a jungle but with groundhogs and deer.

The particular day was a sticky, hot, and there was a storm coming in fsat. Both Nik and I were out dealing with the lawn and what not so we could get it done before it started to pour, leaving us really living in a jungle!

We finished with less than an hour to spare so the hurried sweat added to our gross. While Nik got cleaned up, I was sitting on the log, waiting to do the same.

But before I went out to be a bump on a log, I thought I’d pour a drink. I was already a little dizzy from the heat and sweating, so I decided a mocktail would be better than a tall glass of iced wine.

I found a bag of blueberries in the freezer and plunked them in the glass with some ice sticks on top. Blueberry Lemon seltzer went over that.

It wasn’t fancy, but it was light and refreshing with the blueberries creating little ice capsules to crunch on while I waited for the rain to start.

When it did start, boy did it come down. I sat on my log sipping my drink as the warm water fell hard on and around me.

It didn’t help with the heat or humidity, but the bamboo did get taller that day.

In full disclosure, Tuesday night after a crap ton of bs, when I poured the wine into the pan for dinner, I poured half a glass for myself and filled it with ice. I’m not totally in the mocktail life, but I’m drinking a lot less than I was…and that’s a lot less calories too!


Thirsty Thursday: Bloody Mary

A brunch joint in Wilmington’s
Make Your Own Bloody Mary Bar.
We indulged.

It’s a fairly well known fact that I hate tomatoes. Slimy squishy water and blech. Generally speaking, tomatoes are a no no. I like sauce, salsa, and otherwise cooked, but man. They’re gross. I tried a Bloody Mary early in college and it was gross so I figured I’d never try it again.

Maybe I should have tried it at a better establishment or not off the specials’ menu?

One lovely day few years later I had a change of heart. I had stopped off at my friend’s house because we’d made tentative plans to make our mothers happy and go to mass. He was on the porch having a Bloody Mary and asked if I’d like one.

Um, no thanks.

But he got a look in his eye, told me to trust him and try it. I have (admittedly sometimes, possibly, misplaced) implicit trust in this friend, and he’s never let me down on food or drinks…so I went with it and took the glass from him. Fast forward to today? He’s one of about 4 people I’ll take a Bloody Mary from.

If you’re wondering, we didn’t make it to Mass, but if I recall, we did hear angels singing and saw and spoke to Jesus.

When I emailed him, he was kind enough to share how he makes them so you too can miss Mass but still talk to Jesus if you’d like:

The first thing you need to do is find your favorite pint glass (or party cup) and fill it with ice. Then you need to add the following:

  • 3 fingers (about a 6 count) of vodka
  • A pinch of pepper
  • Pinch of celery salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon of fresh horseradish
  • 2 dashes of Worcestershire sauce
  • A dash of hot sauce
  • A squeeze of a wedge of a lemon and a lime (then both thrown in)

Top with tomato juice, shake or pour from glass to glass until well mixed, and add a celery stalk for garnish.

You can use Clamato or tomato based V8 of your choice if you prefer and add olives or even Slim Jims for garnish. Once I saw a small piece of pizza, but that’s ridiculous!

What do you put in your Bloody Marys? What’s the strangest thing you’ve see in one?

Thirsty Thursday: Absolut Pears

You might have seen this pic on my Instagram?

Back in the day, I wasn’t really a fan of vodka unless it was in Jello Shots or one of Heather’s ‘Tinis because I found it overpowering. It probably didn’t help we were drinking cheap stuff that was more like paint thinner than anything else.

Or that people tended to pour with very heavy hands.

When I stopped drinking beer and whisky because of gluten  I decided to try vodka again. It wasn’t as bad as I recalled.

I was on vacation with Mom and Bill and we were having a drink before dinner. They were out of the Parrot Bay I’d been drinking (don’t judge) and I was looking at the options. I don’t really like fake flavors and they only had weird Stolis and some interesting looking Absoluts. Hm. Pear. I like pear!

I tried it with some Sprite. It was too sweet so I asked for some lime and squeezed it in. Hm, that was tasty.

The next round I ordered with seltzer and a lime and it was perfect. When I went to the store to find it, they didn’t have Absolut but I think they had another brand that was okay.

Later that week we had some people over for a picnic and I started pouring the pear and lime drinks. They were a hit! I was flying home so I left that bottle in Florida. It didn’t make it back to NY because SOMEONE finished it, but that’s okay.  I can share.

I’ve had a bottle of Pears in my cabinet since and on hot days when I’d like a bit of a cocktail, I make the following in a tall glass:

  • 1 shot of Absolut Pears
  • Plain or lime seltzer (lemonade is also very tasty)
  • 2 slices of lime

Put lots of ice in your glass, pour in the Pears, top with seltzer, squeeze in lime. Give it a swirl and enjoy, preferably in the sunshine. Or on the couch. I won’t judge.

Try it. Enjoy it. Channel your inner 30something Court and have fun. Just be responsible. Make sure if you’re out you have someone sober to drive you home or a couch to sleep on.

Thirsty Thursday: Swedish Fish Shots

I don’t have a picture of the shots,
but this was probably taken there.
Goodness, I look well rested.
Must have had a nap that day.

Once upon a time, (10+ years ago now) in a kingdom far away (Albany), Court and her friends frequented a fine, upstanding, establishment by the name of the Eugene’s Side Door Cafe for libations, karaoke and shenanigans. Sometimes food too.

Dave, the owner, employed a delightful, buxom mixologist named Heather. Heather was a genius behind the bar and did a fine rendition of Big Black Horse and a Cherry Tree to boot.

I remember one night, early in our friendship, it was my  night to drive and I came in with a coffee. She took my coffee, put Frangelico, vanilla vodka, something chocolatey and handed it back to me. To tell you the caffeinated concoction was brilliant would be an understatement.

It was my go to anytime I had to drive. It was the one drink I had those nights and it was amazing. She really is a gifted mixologist. I hope I do her justice when I try my hand at recreating delicious beverages for myself and guests. (Her chocotini and appletinis are crowd favorites.)

Heather also loved to hand us colorful shots. Ones that looked like window cleaner but tasted like refreshing heaven, purple ones that would mess you up if you weren’t careful, yellow ones that tasted like pineapple cake, and several different red ones.

One of these red ones was a Swedish Fish Shot. The web tells me that there was blackberry schnaps in it, but I don’t think that’s right. I would sometimes text Heather to find out how to make things so I could have bartenders whip up a batch.

If you’re looking for something tasty for your next party and are a fan of the delicious red candy like I am, you can whip up a batch for your friends and/or yourself.

Unless I’m mistaken (and if I am, Heather can correct me) you need the following:

  • 1 oz Peach Schnapps.
  • 1 oz Vodka (it can be flavored)
  • 1 oz Apple Pucker
  • 1 oz Cranberry Juice Cocktail.

Shake with ice and strain into shot glasses. Or directly into someone’s mouth as might have happened once or twice.

Enjoy it. Channel your inner 20 something Court and have fun. Just be responsible. Make sure if you’re out you have someone sober to drive you home or a couch to sleep on.