A Recipe for a Happy Marriage
Date Night with IZ. Flowers for the table. Not sure how much longer dahlias will be available. But overjoyed to have some on the table tonight.
Dining al fresco. And, shut the front door, I made all that food. No, really, shut the door, it’s buggy out.
This guy is my date. I can tell you, that after 22 years, he’s still the man I want to spend time with. . . as much as possible, in fact. He’s that rare blend of amazing listener and fabulous conversationalist. No, I’m not biased. Everyone thinks that.
On the menu: Grilled Chicken with Peaches and Blackberries. The recipe is here: I subbed out Rosemary for Lavender.
Peach, Bourbon, and Rosemary are amazing together. No really, such a pretty drink. I didn’t garnish with Rosemary, because, well, I didn’t. But it’s still just as lovely. Sitting on the porch on such a warm night, close my eyes and we’re transported south. Dreaming together is a good thing.
Warning: the drinks might make you flirty.
We should do this more often? We should do this more often! (and that folks, is a recipe for a happy marriage.)
St. Germain and Strawberries
We don’t have a name for this brunch inspired cocktail. . . but it’s darn good. We’re open to suggestions!
It’s Friday afternoon, I’m surrounded by the debris of sewing dryer sachets for the past two days. I’m a messy sew-er. Oh, and photo props. Photo props are everywhere. And I have a mountain of my own laundry that needs doing that has nothing to with photo props. Which might be ironic, if I knew what ironic meant. Alanis Morrisette kinda killed any hope of me getting my head around that concept in 1995. Isn’t it ironic? I don’t know. Maybe?
So, I’m sitting here, contemplating my next step and counting the minutes, MINUTES until the weekend. Weekends mean breakfast in bed, lounging around (not really, I run like a crazy person. But that’s my choice, I COULD lounge, if I wanted to) in my pj’s making brunch. And sipping these things.
They have no name. Please help with that.
Anyhow, no-name cocktail has become a favorite for brunch. There’s just something about the blend of strawberries and St. Germain that is so lovely, so evocative of Summer. It’s easy to make and pretty to serve and, in my book, trumps a mimosa any day. It also has magical powers. Ok, no it doesn’t. I made that part up. But are you really reading this?
Directions:
Pour 1/2 shot of St. Germain into a champagne flute. Top with fresh orange juice and place in freezer. Allow to freeze until the top has just “set” and is a bit slushy.
While you wait, wash and stem 8-10 fresh strawberries. Place in a blender with 4 TB of bourbon and 2 TB of powdered sugar. Give it a good blend.
Once your orange juice is slushy, top your champagne flute with a just a bit of the strawberry bourbon. Adorn your glass with a fresh strawberry dusted in brown sugar. Imbibe!
Happy Weekend. Drink these and thank me later. I’ll be back next week with some fun. Fun is good, right?
