Thursday, August 5, 2010

Cure for a summer cold

Yeah, you guessed it, I've got one of those nagging summer colds. The kind that make you feel puny enough not to want to do anything, but you'll be damned if you waste your time convalescing during the last remaining days of this crazy summer. I tried to bake it out of me in the sun today, but not a couple of hours after I had arrived at the lake a huge thunderstorm blew in and chased us merry sun-worshipers away.

I went to the pharmacy and wandered around, looking at the various medicines and such, then decided I'd rather not dope myself up and sleep away my precious few days off. I thought about it for a minute. What are two things your momma always said when you're sick? Drink lots of fluids, and take your vitamin C.

Thank you, momma! I had my solution. SCREWDRIVERS! A one-two punch of fluids and vitamin C, that will encourage rest and healing all at the same time.

Do I really have to give a recipe here? I suppose I should, but I'm not going to measure anything out, because I don't feel like it today. It's easy; two fingers of vodka and top it off with some freshly squeezed orange juice. If you don't have the gumption to squeeze your oranges, (for shame!), that newfangled 'simply orange' juice is the best, because that's all it is. If you insist on a little extra sugar, go ahead and use your minute maid.

Trivia time! Know why it's called a 'Screwdriver?' Apparently, the American engineers would sneak a little vodka into small cans of orange juice and stir the mixture with their screwdrivers. I'd say that canned orange juice could only be improved by the addition of vodka. Yeesh.

When times are tight, or oranges dear, you can make 'Electric Screwdrivers,' which is Tang and vodka. This is also called a 'Tang-Banger.' I'm also a fan of a good Gin and Orange, but today called for vodka.

For now, I'm relaxed, and about to drift off and see if my convoluted technique will indeed stave off this cold. If not, then I'm happy I at least had a good cocktail.

*It's come to my attention that there has been a lot of Rum and Buggery, but no talk of snacks. This shall change with the next installment. Patience, dear reader! Also, please comment! I don't know what you want to read about if you don't tell me, and questions or cocktail suggestions are more than welcome!*

Monday, August 2, 2010

This is why The Dude abides.

A dear friend visited from Florida and bestowed upon your humble writer a gift of home-made Kahlua, which called for something delicious. That's right, cats and kittens, White Russians.

Normally, especially in the summer, I'm not one for milk/cream based cocktails, because that can lead to some ugly gastric situations depending on what happens after you have the first one, but we were tired and just wanted something simple and tasty after a weekend of camping and hiking while we sat around and absorbed some air conditioning.

My friend asked, "Are those the ones that taste like chocolate milk?" I said, "Yes indeed, they are." The whole crew then stepped in, and we got to mixing.

I apologize for the lack of photo, but I've got another jar waiting to be cracked open, so I'll take a picture at another juncture. These were just too delicious, and we drank them rapidly and with aplomb.


1 shot Vodka
2 shots Kahlua
1 shot Half and Half

We were out of ice, so the liquor went into a double old fashioned glass, followed by the half and half, and topped with a shot of milk. Stirred it up, tasted, and it was delicious. We finished those, and after a few minutes, another friend said, "That was good, but it needed more chocolate." The group concurred, and we made seconds, this time adding some chocolate syrup.

Oh. Oh dear. We sat around, sipping and laughing; the adults in us pleased with the slight sophistication of a cocktail lunch, and the kids in us reveling in the sweet chocolate flavor.

I regret not watching The Big Lebowski while we sipped, but we were in the mood for something funnier, so we watched An Officer and a Gentleman, throwing around Lou Gosset Jr. quotes and giggling at Richard Gere's daddy issues.