I originally had planned to start this off with a mention of the sudden shift we’ve had from freezing cold to sunny and 80-someodd degrees. We seem to have skipped spring all-together, I would have said, and bounded into the days of BBQs and backyard events. At least that’s how it seemed last week when I refilled the propane tank, stocked up on alcohol, and proceeded to have my first enjoyable all-hours-outdoors day of the year so far.
However, to little surprise, this past weekend was not as beautiful. An inaccurate weather forecast on Friday led to me being stuck visiting in New Brunswick with only warm-weather clothes, which also led to 3 hours of being soaking wet and cold as I watched James and many of my friends in their college graduation ceremony, which also led to this wicked cough I’m sporting and the empty bag of Icy Strawberry Halls cough drops resting next to my keyboard. Sounds like the effects of spring to me… But wait! There’s more…
Every year, the second the weather warms up, I suddenly have an epiphany about how much I love some simple, refreshing cocktail and proceed to drink it every chance I get for the next 4 months. This year, that cocktail is the Rhubarb Mojito, which I’ve very slightly adapted from one of my new favorite food blogs, Not Without Salt. Have a picnic? I’m going to bring this. BBQ time? I’ve got a Rhubarb Mojito in hand. Hanging by the pool? I know exactly what I need. Sitting around the house? … Well, you get the picture.
They always say you should write about what you know. Well, I know how to put alcohol in anything.
I learned a lot in college. Because I couldn’t decide on a major for the longest time, I took classes in pretty much every subject out there. Everything from linguistics to psychology to art have been in my arsenal of “things I know from school”, and my friends can attest to the fact that I remember a lot (maybe too much?) as a result of extreme exam-time cramming (which is surprising, because I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast yesterday.) Every time I tie some obscure fact into conversation, my friend Wesley teases, “Oh yeah? Did you take a class on that?” Yes. Yes, in fact, I did.
I have my first sunburn of the year, everyone. It’s not of the same, near-watermelon pink fate that my boyfriend’s poor skin endured, nor the kind that leaves uneven strips of ghostly white where sunglasses or tank top straps once rested. Still, it’s there. Just barely.
Really I do mean just barely, but there’s a rosy flush that stretches over my cheeks and nose that I’m wearing with a bit of pre-summer and post-birthday pride.
On Saturday, I may have celebrated my 23rd birthday by sipping on a few inconspicuous mixed drinks while cheering on the sidelines of a volleyball tournament held in the most beautiful weather a birthday girl could ask for. That may have been the beginning of what I hope to be several months filled with many more gorgeous days, tasty cocktails, and the very slight sting of sunburn in the aftermath that makes you remember just how fantastic of a day it was to be outside. But wait! There’s more…
I want to tell you about the sunshine we’ve had lately, but I already did. I want to tell you how amazing a Jamaican cocktail can make you feel on a beautiful day, but I already did. The Dark N’ Stormy is an awesome drink that I just can’t get enough of, but this time, I’m here to talk about a different Black Rum cocktail.
Allow me to introduce Planter’s Punch.
If you’ve never before been acquainted, that’s a bit shocking. Planter’s Punch has been around for centuries. But wait! There’s more…
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