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I missed Tuesday-boozeday, but here’s to HUMP DAY!

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I missed Tuesday-boozeday, but here’s to HUMP DAY!

I have this thing about me, when it comes to alcohol I am pretty simple. I do not like girly frou frou drinks or anything sweet. Typically, I am good with shots. Preferably, whiskey. Tequila, if I am feeling froggy and wanna make an arrogant man feel emasculated by my tequila drinking skills versus his….But that is my own personality flaw…And another reason I am pretty sure this is my first life as a female….I admit it, I often have penis envy…or atleast I am envious of the doors that penises? peni? can open…

I digress.

Point being….When it comes to mixed drinks, rum and coke is as fruity as I get. And don’t put a freaking lime on it, I didn’t order a cuba libre. GAWD

Another thing about my drinking habits, should I say I have a drinking habit? Hmm…My drinking preferences?

Beer makes me sleepy. But if I have to drink it, I better not be able to see through it.

Wine must be red.

And I typically find something I drink for a while and nothing else, until I switch.

Lately, because I was trying to get a drink that wouldn’t make me feel tooo terrible about the empty calories the Cellar Bar at the Ringler’s Annex, one of McMenamin’s magical places, introduced me to this drink. BUT i Janified it 🙂

It breaks all my rules.

It’s sweet.

It’s fruity.

It has a freaking cherry.

It has soda in it.

It has ice.

It comes in a glass that is bigger than this:

Regardless, here is my recipe:

Buvez et obtenez un bon bu!

Janified Amaretto Sour:

First get an array of delicious citrus:

I like to use 2 oranges, 2 tangerines, 4 lemons and 2 limes.

Either use a simple juicer or get all hard core like me and peel your citrus:

Then throw them in your magical centrifugal juicer:

Then you end up with this kind of deliciousness that will separate, make sure you give a good stir before you pour:

Then you wanna give a spoonful of maraschino cherry juice over your ice:

Then fill your glass 1/3 full with Amaretto of your choosing:

Then 1/3 more with your fresh delicious nutritious guilt free citrus juice:

Then top off slowly with some 7up or whatever lemon-lime soda ya got. (this mixture produces a fantastic foam like a root beer float….”It is so good” like Martha Stewart freaking good.)

Top off with a few cherries.

*The more you drink the more cherries you will want. They become a sport to spear in the bottom of your glass 😉

Stir slowly before drinking.

Enjoy!

xoxo

Husband Playbook Page 44: How to make up for being a freaking SCHMUCK

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Husband Playbook Page 44: How to make up for being a freaking SCHMUCK

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 So without boring you with all the sordid, scandalous details, my dear sweet hubby has been a real schmuck lately. For at least the last month or so. Maybe since Christmas even 🙂 Valentine’s wasn’t the best, my birthday had its moments. He did however buy me a bazillion dollars worth of couture shoes and a fancy dress off of my “never gonna get any of this stuff” wish list, so he got SOME brownie points; last night however, got him off the hook for quite a while.

This is how my evening went:

I was at school all evening and received a text stating I needed to call him when I got to my park and ride location and not to ask questions. So I did that. I got home and once in my driveway noticed a note in a ziplock bag hanging on the garage door (to keep it dry of course, it rains here all the blessed time).

I called to let him know I was here to which he replied, “Stay in your car, I will call you when you can come in.” I asked if I should get the note or not and he said “NO stay in your car and I will call you when you can get it…”

I can follow instructions so I did that…

He called and advised me I could come in. I got the note:

So I did as it said, came in, to see our house immaculate, lit with no less than 20 deliciously scented candles and fragrant star-gazer lilies; my husband was standing near the dining room table dressed to the nines gesturing me up the stairs and Stevie Nicks “Belladonna” was playing on the record player.

I went upstairs to find my magical new dress, shoes, another note (that you will not be seeing ;)) and my bedroom alit with candles, lavender and fancy stones spread about.

I wondered where the dog and kids were, but only for a moment; I came to learn (the Girl Child had to zip my dress) that they were all in on it, the Boy Child had the dog in quarantine, the Girl Child was pretending to be asleep.

I went downstairs and danced with my husband in my fancy shoes.

We ate a most delicious Italian tiramisu/trifle like dish he prepared all by himself from scratch that was layered with chocolate cake, pudding, whip cream, kahlua and toffee with hand shaved chocolate curls…

Paired with the most expensive, delicious, well researched Port I have ever had the pleasure of putting on my tongue:

Then we played a game of cribbage all dressed to the nines, drinking wine by candle light. I won. (It may not sound romantic, but it’s how we roll)

Then he switched the record to:

Side 2 😉

Things got a little hotter. And I opted for my spa/massage treatment. The rest of the night is mine, you voyeuristic freaks.

But I can say with all certainty, the massage had a happy ending.

SO. Here’s the moral of the story, Significant Others…

If you are gonna be a schmuck and try to make up for it with expensive trinkets, you better arrange a time for them to be worn or used and pair it with wine and flowers and music and dancing and food and candles and massage and letting the other person win. Romance helps more than the stuff. Just sayin.

Good luck, Schmucks.

Good job, Husband. You get to stick around for a while longer 🙂

My next MĂ©nage Ă  trois, will be with chocolate and lemon.

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My next MĂ©nage Ă  trois, will be with chocolate and lemon.

I like challenges. I like assignments. I was given one of each this morning and took them on like a champ. I’m still learning how to use this slideshow feature, so it may seem overwhelmed. I don’t know….I may never use it again:) Either way, look at the pics in reverse. It will make more sense HAHA

To win a follow on Twitter, I made this delicious meal for my family:

Fettuccine with Salsiccia and Brisket Sauce

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To satisfy a sweet tooth and use up some lemons from the Master Cleanse fiasco, the Girl Child and I made this:

Homemade Delicious Devil’s Food Cake with Lemon Curd…..

It was a delicious birthday festivus meal and I got to open a new bottle of wine! SCORE

Hypocrisy becomes me….

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Hypocrisy becomes me….

So I have a new friend coming over for the Superbowl and they like white wine. I will drink white wine if I have some asian pears, if it’s really hot outside or I can mix it with juice; overall however, I am a red wine girl (well, actually I am a whiskey girl, but sometimes I like to put on airs and pretend to be high-class….) and know nothing about white wine besides you serve it cold and in a narrower glass. (Thank you bartending college….)

Also for said new friend, I get to have a pretendish dinner party. It’s going to be me, husband, new friend and maybe the girl child. But its going to be lowkey…I’m only making a couple of fancy dishes….the Camembert Poutine (sweet potato fries rather than gnocchi, I ain’t got time for that shite) ala Nadia G, and my peach balsamic baked brie….BUT we are also having the lil’smokies in bbq and chips and dips and all that crazy manjazz. hahah, that looks bad. “manjazz”

Damn it, I digressed.

Back to wine.

Anyway, I texted said new friend and asked about years (vintages?) brands and varieties…not being a white wine wino, I know Pinot Grigio, Riesling, Moscato and Chardonnay, but I know there are more and I know nothing about the differences. New friend finally texted back, but I had already purchased my wine.

You know how I picked?

The bottles.

There are pinups on them and that matches my house’s motif.

Can I be a misogynist and a woman? Damn it. I do like me a hot cheesecake pinup. *giggle* It’s a mini-obsession.

OH! So yeah, therein lies the hypocrisy. I make fun of people for picking teams because of the QB’s looks, but then here I am picking wines because of the scantily dressed women on the bottles. Judging a book by its cover….

But come on! At least it’s local winery! See:

http://kestrelwines.com/our_wines/collector_series_wines.html

I’m supporting local industry! Does that give me some credit? No?

Oh well. The bottles match by Pinup Porter beer collection 🙂