Beverages, Part 2

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 Sangria

White wine/Pinot Grigio

Pear juice

Pineapple juice

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

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