Due to a very unfortunate histamine allergy, I don’t drink as much wine as I would like to. I also don’t drink many frou-frou drinks which is very surprising considering that all my teeth are sweet teeth. These beverages break the rules for me.
I have been so lucky to meet some amazing people in my life and, like with food, beverage memories last a really long time. A festive beverage makes a regular day a celebration. Like Julia Child said, “a party without cake is only a meeting”, I feel the same way about planning the commemorative summer cocktail for the cabin. Let’s go with a party. Show the company you are ever so glad they came. Throw in an umbrella. Get out the fancy straws. This can be a “yeah, baby” moment. It’s your life, enjoy it.
White wine/Pinot Grigio
Smidge of OJ
Cut up fruit
*** The ingredient amounts are very flexible. I got this recipe in Phoenix, Scottsdale actually, while visiting Drew and Latisha while they were living there. Very refreshing. I love it in a clear glass pitcher so you are able to see the fruit.
Sangiovese with Peaches
Slice ripe peeled peaches into a wine glass. Pour Sangiovese liberally. Let sit a few minutes before serving. Could this be any easier?
*** Guiliana was our next door neighbor when we first bought the cabin. She brought this over for dessert one evening. Very nummy. She was a most interesting gal and I loved getting to know her. We also met Heather through her. Love you too, Heather. Heather managed the Whidbey Island Winery and we had many grand adventures thanks to the 2 of them.
1 cup vodka
½ cup triple sec
½ cup cranberry juice
¼ cup freshly squeezed lime juice
Pour all ingredients into a cocktail shaker with ice. Shake well and pour through a strainer into 4 martinis
*** Real men drink Cosmos, at least if they are my favorite nephew. We’ve had them from Alaska to Las Vegas and we always have fun.
and remember: If the ocean were whiskey and I were a duck, I’d swim to the bottom and I’d never come. But the ocean ain’t whiskey and I’m not a duck so I’ll play Jack O’diamonds and hope for good luck. Papa via Tex Ritter. Big kiss, Lynn