I really never thought I’d be one of those people pushing fall drinks in August. It used to bother me like a personal offense when Oktoberfest beers were released in the middle of the month – it felt like someone trying to cram a pumpkin spice latte down my throat on a hot day at the…
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.
Did you know that National Mojito Day was last week? Neither did we.
I know what you’re thinking. We’ve all been there before: you’re awake at 1 in the morning, sipping some port, and then it’s 3 in the morning, and you’re sipping port, and then you think to yourself, “I know, let’s fill this port with chocolate syrup!”
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!
This Rainbow Liqueur Balls Cocktail is our third and final drink in honor of Capital Pride. Besides being rainbow, we found the name to be doubly appropriate. (Say liqueur balls five times fast.)