Wastin' Away Here In Minneapolis
My kid's school has off this week for spring break. I didn't get a spring break untilI was in college, and even then we all spent it cramming for exams or cobbling together term papers. Childhood has certainly gotten better since I was a kid.
Anyway, in honor of Spring Break I decided to make some frozen strawberry daquiris. After all we do have that souped-up blender we got at Costco last fall. About time we put it to a good use.
I was going to do margaritas. Mainly because "margarita" sounds less girlie than "strawberry daquiri." But then I read the ingredients on the margarita mix bottle. I'm no tree-hugging, organic-food-eating hemp-wearing hippie, but I just couldn't get past the mention of "gum." So, back to daquiris. I could use real strawberries, and wouldn't have to spring for a bottle of tequila.
Back in New York the spouse and I were on this theater mailing list. We could see any number of off- very, very off- Broadway productions for free. One night we saw a play that was set in a bar. The whole play was about who would get to eat the worm when the bottle of house brand tequila was finally empty. I swear. And that was one of the better plays. Richard called it "Trust Fund Theater." That was the only possible explanation, we thought, Unless it was "State Art Grants Theater," but to tell you the truth there wasn't nearly enough homosexuality involved for that. Unless I missed some kind of symbolism about that worm.
Anyway the daquiris turned out great. I almost felt bad the kids couldn't have any. I must make them again soon. I still have one Costco-sized bag of frozen strawberries left. Need more rum though.
Anyway, in honor of Spring Break I decided to make some frozen strawberry daquiris. After all we do have that souped-up blender we got at Costco last fall. About time we put it to a good use.
I was going to do margaritas. Mainly because "margarita" sounds less girlie than "strawberry daquiri." But then I read the ingredients on the margarita mix bottle. I'm no tree-hugging, organic-food-eating hemp-wearing hippie, but I just couldn't get past the mention of "gum." So, back to daquiris. I could use real strawberries, and wouldn't have to spring for a bottle of tequila.
Back in New York the spouse and I were on this theater mailing list. We could see any number of off- very, very off- Broadway productions for free. One night we saw a play that was set in a bar. The whole play was about who would get to eat the worm when the bottle of house brand tequila was finally empty. I swear. And that was one of the better plays. Richard called it "Trust Fund Theater." That was the only possible explanation, we thought, Unless it was "State Art Grants Theater," but to tell you the truth there wasn't nearly enough homosexuality involved for that. Unless I missed some kind of symbolism about that worm.
Anyway the daquiris turned out great. I almost felt bad the kids couldn't have any. I must make them again soon. I still have one Costco-sized bag of frozen strawberries left. Need more rum though.
Recipe, please! :) It's the portions I'm interested in, though I do prefer the Margarita, too. (But on the rocks.)
ReplyDeleteBananas also make killah daiquiris, as does any version made with Key Limes.
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THE BEST SQUIRREL JOKE?
ReplyDeleteThere were Five country churches in a small TEXAS town: The Presbyterian Church, the Baptist Church , the Methodist Church , the Catholic Church and the Jewish Synagogue. Each church was overrun with pesky squirrels.
One day, the Presbyterian Church called a meeting to decide what to do about the squirrels. After much prayer and consideration they determined that the squirrels were predestined to be there and they shouldn't interfere with God's divine will..
In the Baptist Church the squirrels had taken up habitation in the baptistery. The deacons met and decided to put a cover on the baptistery and drown the squirrels in it. The squirrels escaped somehow, got fired up, and now there are twice as many squirrels.
The Methodist Church got together and decided that they were not in a position to harm any of God's creations. So they humanely trapped the Squirrels and set them free a few miles outside of town. But three days later the squirrels were back, having lost their way a few times.
The Catholic Church came up with a very effective solution. They baptized the squirrels and registered them as members of the church. Now they only see them on Christmas and Easter.
Not much was heard from the Jewish Synagogue. They had taken one squirrel, had a short service with him called circumcision, and they haven't seen a squirrel on the property since.