I’m going to keep today’s post short and sweet. Afterall, it is a nice long holiday weekend and I’m sure most of you have plans of some sort for the weekend. Even if it’s not a party or picnic…maybe you have a date with your blender, some rum and a backyard hammock. In my book…that’s still a plan.
I did this post a couple of years ago and this watermelon daquiri is still one of my all time favorites. I don’t do too many blender drink recipes (usually because they involve a bunch of ingredients – including a ton of ice, which means I’m going to get an ice cream headache from drinking the cold cocktail a little too fast – and who needs a precursor headache to the hangover headache you’re going to have the next day).
No, this watermelon drink recipe is easy to make and even easier to drink. Ernest Hemingway is credited for concocting the daquiri, but his cocktail of choice doesn’t even come close to the bastardized frozen daquiri’s most people order in the bars today. His daquiri recipe was simple: citrus juice, maraschino liquer, simple syrup and rum – that’s it. Notice, there is no mention of a whipped cream and cherry topping. Personal note: whipped cream and those plastic cherries belong on desserts and in the bedroom only (actually, those plastic cherries belong decorating a shelf with their pretty colors – only real maraschino cherries belong in your mouth and belly).
So bring on the watermelon, and create some of your own watermelon drinks, or bust out the rum and blender for this easy watermelon daquiri recipe.
Happy Fourth of July!
All married couples lie.
Yep, it’s true…we do. Craig and I tell our single friends all the time: don’t get married. I realize that this sentiment isn’t as heart warming as a Hallmark card, but why do married people constantly sugar coat the truth. Things like: oh, we never fight or being married is the greatest. I work very hard to “keep it real” and not sugarcoat reality.
Here, for you single folks, is a decoder ring (of sorts) for the things married people say and what they really mean.
- We never fight – Fighting = MMA brawl, we don’t do that but we bicker like there’s no tomorrow and we don’t care who hears us because we each think we’re wittier than the other person.
- We share all of the household duties – If by “share” you mean he picks up his stuff when I nag him to death that people are coming over and they’ll think we’re pigs if he doesn’t get his shoes, work shirts, crap he brought in from his car and tools out of the kitchen and living room – then yes, we share in household duties.
- We hate being apart from on another – Hate = Love: when he’s gone I get the entire bed to myself and sleep through the night without being awakened by the fog horn that is his snoring or the rugby move he likes to play which is an elbow to the forehead. When I’m gone he gets to eat all the Taco Bell his belly (and colon) can handle and spoils the dog to within an inch of her life. Yeah, we hate being apart.
Telling these little lies isn’t done maliciously. No all marrieds do this so that others will foolishly fall into the same trap that we did. You’ve heard the phrase “misery loves company.” But let’s not cast dispersions on us married folks that do this…lots of groups do the very same thing. Pregnant women tell other pregnants how blissful pregnancy and birth is. Do they tell the new mom to be about the months of puking that are ahead of them, the hemorrhoids that they’re going to get or that the baby isn’t the only thing that comes out when they give birth? No, no they do not.
Do new mothers tell other new mothers that their child is the exorcist baby and its head is spinning around with snot coming out of every orifice when new mommy and daddy finally find someone to watch their snot baby so that they can finally have a night out together, nope. The other classic mommy lie is when she tells her friends how kumbaya her kids are with one another. She waxes poetic about having the Von Trapp family, when it’s more like the Trap family and all of the kids are trying to find ways to ensnare their siblings in one homemade booby trap after another. Mothers seldom admit that kind of thing to anyone but their therapist.
Most of these little fibs are told from a place of embarrassment over the truth (who likes to admit their shortcomings) or from a humorous perspective. Mine, for example come from a place of humor. Craig and I have a great relationship that’s based on good communication and a HUMONGOUS sense of humor by both of us. But who wants to hear that?
So now that I’ve come clean, what’s your most common fib regarding your relationship or kids? C’mon let’s have some fun. Oh, and if you have a couple of these watermelon drinks first, you’ll probably have some real fun with this.
Recipe: Fresh Watermelon Daiquiri
- 2 Ounces Pureed watermelon (remove rind before pureeing and remove seeds)*
- 1 1/2 Ounces White Rum (also known as light rum)
- 1 Ounce Fresh Lime Juice
- 1/2 Teaspoon Agave Nectar or Simple Syrup
- In a shaker with ice, add pureed watermelon, rum, lime juice and agave nectar (or simple syrup). Shake vigorously and pour into glass. Garnish with a lime wheel.
- *If you really want to go all out on this when you are cutting up the watermelon, cut some of the melon into one inch cubes and freeze them. Then when you’re mixing the drink, use 1 ounce of watermelon puree and add 4-6 frozen watermelon cubes into the shaker.
Number of servings (yield): 1
Culinary tradition: USA (General)