This sandwich needs some ‘splainin. “Tropical” is one of those food words that can mean anything from, “it contains tropical ingredients,” to, “I made it while wearing a hula skirt.” This Tropical PB&J is solidly more of the former, mostly because I couldn’t get Sarah to wear the skirt.
The Bucking Branca is a Fernet-Branca champagne cocktail that derives it’s name from when Sarah tipsily proclaimed it belonged in the hands of sophisticated derby-goers. What? Were you expecting something clever…?
Let’s hope I’m better at making drinks than naming them.
I’m convinced that New Year’s is the worst possible time to decide to do anything, ever. For example, our resolution last year was to post this drink in January. January 2016.
It was a lazy and sober afternoon on Sunday when I realized that I should, and was actually capable of, doing something productive.
It was last Saturday that Sarah and I made our trek, a three hour trip to the boardwalks, sand, and surf at Towers Beach near Ocean City. Why take this harrowing journey? To catch Pokemon, of course. I’m pretty sure there’s no other reason to leave the house.
You can eat this dish. How do I know? Because I don’t think there’s any dietary restriction that it doesn’t skirt around. Except raw, but I’m not even sure people that do that diet are really human anymore. (I think they’re technically a kind of vampire).
I’m so tired. We just moved. I don’t have words for the tediousness of packing and unpacking 100 boxes. (Notice we’ve been missing lately?) In exchange for my lack of words today, and the absence of my usual humor, I’m going to offer you this drink as comforting solace. And by “you,” I really mean me.
Sarah has ascended. As a new baby vegan, she’s officially been reborn as a better person than me.
Apricots are in season! Which is completely irrelevant because ours came from a can!