It embiggens quite nicely.
Hope y’all have a fabulous weekendeve!!!
Yesterday, I spent some time down the chasm that is Pinterest researching liquor infusions. As a result, my Pinterest home page looks like Foster Brooks’ Christmas list. I shouldn’t complain. It’s far more exciting than chalk paint and book folding pins.
Moving on, I did find some recipes worthy of posting, but today I wanted to highlight a classic. I love Amaretto. It has such a beautiful aroma and flavor, and love to use it in baking. Weirdly, I can’t abide almonds in their natural state. But use them in liqueur and I am all over that. Don’t judge me.
Pour liquid ingredients into a shaker with ice. Shake well, and pour over ice. Garnish with the orange slice and cherry.
Some people use sweet and sour mix instead of fresh ingredients. I prefer to control the sweetness. And by that, y’all know I mean INCREASE it. I would say I am what I drink, but this is a sour 😉
Welcome to the Drink of the Week. I’m not sure if this qualifies as a girlie drink. It’s pretty due to the addition of grenadine, but color isn’t the only qualifier for that. But since it was created in France during the American Prohibition, it’s a very gray area.
Pour ingredients into an shaker with ice. Shake well, and strain into a glass. I prefer to use fresh lemon juice, and Patron Citronge instead of orange bitters. And because I like sweet, I add just a wee bit of simple syrup. Either way, this is best enjoyed while watching a romantic movie, like The Revenant 😉
Good news: this is a drink you can eat with a spoon.
Bad news: you need a blender to make it.
This week’s offering is an easy one, even though yes, you need a blender to make it. It’s a Brazilian adaptation of a popular tropical drink called batida. Batida means “blended” in Spanish. YES, YOU NEED A BLENDER!!!
Pour all ingredients in a blender. Blend on high, or puree, or liquefy, whatever, until smooth. Pour into a wineglass or a cocktail glass. Garnish with additional mango and a few sprigs of mint. Depending on the mango-to-ice ratio, you can spoon this like a dessert, or drinking like a smoothie. Either way, the Cachaςa will make it very refreshing 😉
Howdy, and welcome to H&B’s flick review of The Breed, starring Michelle Rodriguez. First, sorry I was away last week. I had surgery and I decided to take it easy because I am really good at that. Second, I wish I had written last week, because I was hopped on Tylenol 3 and y’all know I am a lightweight when it comes to meds. The review would have been EPIC!!! That said, I have beer and am ready to be revolted.
Opening credits lists this as a Wes Craven production. Props!!
Movie begins with a couple sailing and apparently lost at sea. They come to a small island and decide to moor their boat/yacht/dinghy and go explore. The island is very woodsy, so of course the gal goes in shorts and a bikini top and sweater. She goes off on her own, thus breaking the first rule of horror flicks. She comes across an enclosure and senses some…creature. She screams, she runs, she is hunted down. She broke the first rule, so buh bye.
Cue the cast. College kids played by actors in their 30s. And not just college kids, but RICH ones. Why? Because the one flying the plane and his brother inherited a house on the island from their uncle. Oh, did I mention the college kid is flying his own plane? Because of course (disclosure: a friend of mine in college knew how to fly a plane, but didn’t own one). The land the seaplane and trek up to the house which is immaculate inside. No dust inside at all and the electricity and water run, even. The brothers go out to explore and find their uncle’s car in the shed, covered in dust and yet, runs perfect. *drinks*
Blonde chick making margaritas in kitchen with Fifth Wheel when the fuse blows. But kitchen lights stay on. Because continuity. Time to go to the basement! At least they employ the Buddy System, which the sailing chick opted to forgo with consequences. Meanwhile Michelle is sauntering upstairs in her cute halter top and is accosted by her boyfriend Bro 2, the brother of the guy she dumped, by the way. DRAMA FORESHADOWING. So they neck a little, explore the attic a little, and….they are now in swimwear and on the roof watching Bro 1 rig the zip line rope so he can –you guessed it!– zip and plunge into the bay. Michelle is all, “I got climbing rope! The hemp is crap!” and Bro 1 is all “YOLO!!” and zips down and she is content knowing she picked the more sensible, grounded brother. Who ironically is ON THE ROOF WITH HER.