Friends, it is hella warm here in the Northern Hemisphere, and I want to have a refreshing boozy drink. What are your favorites? Non-boozy suggestions welcome also, should that be the way you roll.
This Roundup is late for a very important date. If this Roundup had been late for its period, it wouldn’t be looking for two blue lines. Oh no. This Roundup would be seeing its midwife for a dating scan. Persephoneers, this Roundup can barely bring itself to admit that it is late for a very important date. Deep breaths. It’s okay. This Roundup missed February 15th. Half-Price Chocolate Day. It — it’s okay. We can get through this together. There was April’s attempt at chocolate celebrations, but nothing quite lives up to the anticipation of February 15th. Those prices. Those chocolates. So clutch your pearls, it’s time for a shotgun Roundup of all things pink. Read More Recipe Roundup: Thinking Pink
Though I admit to not being all that well-versed in “My Drunk Kitchen” the video series, I still wanted to see how Hannah Hart’s humor translated into book form. I might have aged out of some of this life advice, but her enthusiasm and love of puns still won me over.
[Original publication date: May 8, 2014]
Oh, I see you over there, Moscow Mules, with your vodka and fancy copper drinking vessels. Your existence is all well and good, but you do not contain the most magical of liquors: Gin. [ed. note: HELL YEAH!]
It’s only Monday, and I’m sure most of us are ready for a drink. It’s 5 o’clock somewhere, right? ….Right?
I travel a lot for my work and I get car sick, so ginger (and after a long meeting, sometimes booze) is a dear dear friend.
In a move that surprises absolutely no one who knows me, I decided to make another gin cocktail for our ongoing drink-of-the-day series this month. I’m not sure from where I first stumbled across this recipe for boozy lemonade, but I’m glad I did. It’s adaptable to your tastes and level of laziness, and once the weather heats up, it will be perfect for outdoor drinking.
Oh, I see you over there, Moscow Mules, with your vodka and fancy copper drinking vessels. Your existence is all well and good, but you do not contain the most magical of liquors: Gin (ed. note: HELL YEAH!).