Cocktails are like anything else: You get out of them what you put into them. Actually, I don’t really believe that cliche, but still, it holds for the cocktail.
For a few years now, I’ve been looking for that perfect concoction: a delicious drink that doesn’t require me to squeeze lemons and limes, to shake the simple syrup, to add more than four ingredients, etc. Alas, I simply don’t think it exists.
There are the incredibly easy cocktails: You walk into the store, grab it, pay for it, drink it. Some aren’t too bad (the Captain Morgan Long Island Ice Tea is probably the best in this class), but that’s the most that can be said for them.
And there are the simple concoctions: Tonic and gin (my favorite), rum and Coke, etc. Those are fine, but they only get you so far.
But last weekend, I found a simple concoction that comes close to being the perfect concoction: The Blue Lagoon. I found the recipe online and since Brooke Shields had an insatiable crush on me in the 1980s, I decided to try it.
It’s excellent, especially if you have a sweet tooth.
And it’s simple.
Two parts Kinky Blue, one part Blue Curacao, three parts lemonade (I just use the Minute Maid lemonade from a two-liter bottle). Does it beat Liquid Marijuana or the Holiday Tom or Electric Lemonade? No, not at all. Does it come close? Not really, but kinda. Is it a ton easier to make than those drinks? Absolutely.
It’s definitely worth a try. Bonus: it’s a very pretty drink and fairly cheap to make.
**Blade Runner 2049 is killing it! 8.6 on IMDB! 88% on Rotten Tomatoes! So despite its 2.75 hour run time, I took Marie to it last night. And was bored stiff. It’s terrible, absolutely terrible. Every scene was drawn out, it moved slower than a nineteenth century Russian novel without the pithiness, the plot was hard to follow. The whole thing oozed “arteests” trying to impress one another. The only good thing is, I fell asleep in the middle of it.
**”Springsteen on Broadway” is doing well. It was only out-earned by “Hamilton” and “Hello, Dolly.”
**Yes, “Hello, Dolly.” They brought it back. It was the high school musical when I was in elementary school. I don’t remember being highly impressed back then, and I doubt I’d be impressed now, though I’m sure it’s better than Blade Runner 2049.
My first real ag injury: I sliced my thigh with a very sharp lettuce knife. I was just thinking yesterday, “I should probably sharpen this a bit. It was razor sharp when I got it and it’s definitely lost some edge.” I’m glad I didn’t.
I liked this Tweet: “The Weinstein Company didn’t fire Harvey because they found out he was a sexual predator. They fired him because WE found out.” Laurie Stark.
And this one: “Sharpton’s boycotting ESPN for suspending Jemele Hill who is boycotting ESPN ads because Jerry Jones is boycotting players who are boycotting the national anthem.” Jon Gabriel.
Big news: We scored tickets to the Solanus Casey beatification this November. It looks like all nine of us are going. Recommended bio:
Miserable football weekend. Local high school got slaughtered in its homecoming game, my Wolverines had their worst loss since the Appalachian State fiasco in 2007, and the Detroit Lions lost. I honestly don’t think I can watch another UM game. I couldn’t believe how painful I found it, and that was even with the mellowing effects of a new drink I was greatly enjoying (more on that Friday).
I believed 100% in Harbaugh, but now I don’t. I also read over the weekend that he’s fully supportive of his actively-gay son, which seems a bit at odds with his Catholic faith. I agree with Joseph Epstein that it is the height of impropriety to question another man’s religious faith, but geesh.
“I wouldn’t believe in anything if it weren’t for my lucky astrology mood watch.” Steve Martin.
Kinda interesting: Michigan stadium now hires four snipers to sit at the top of the stadium, ready to kill anyone who starts shooting the fans. My kids have seen them, and a simple search on the Google machine brings up a lot of references to corroborate their eyewitness accounts.
Criminy. More tech problems. I normally write TDE posts the evening before, the schedule them to post shortly after midnight. That feature hasn’t been working all week, and my web guy has no idea why. Troubling.
If necessity is the mother of invention, apathy is the mother of reckless creation. So it was that I approached my first drink last night with an airplane bottle of Kinky Green liqueur that I bought on a whim while at the liquor store earlier this week. All the appealing recipes online called for lemonade, which I didn’t have, so I poured the Kinky Green (1.5 oz.) with an equal amount of Blue Curacao over ice, then poured an equal amount of Sprite (3 oz.) over the top.
It was very good. A solid 6.5.
That’s on taste alone. When you combine it with the ease of mixing, it’s an “8.”
I also think it has real potential. Perhaps add some grenadine. Maybe citrus vodka and a little lime juice? I’m definitely going to play with it and see what I come up with.
I really liked his reason for not writing political pieces. Its a perspective you rarely hear from a lefty like Bruce:
I still believe people fundamentally come to music to be entertained — yes, to address their daily concerns, and yes, also to address political topics, I believe music can do that well. But I still believe fundamentally it’s an affair of the heart. People want you to go deeper than politics, they want you to reach inside to their most personal selves and their deepest struggles with their daily lives and reach that place; that’s the place I’m always trying to reach. I’d never make a record that’s just polemical, I wouldn’t release it if I did. To me, that’s just an abuse of your audience’s good graces.
In other words, not everything has to be political, and it’s an abuse of your position as an entertainer to do otherwise. What a better culture it would be if ESPN, the NFL kneelers, and Hollywood understood that.
The problem is, the Left believes in the State. It wants the State everywhere and, therefore, politics belongs everywhere. Leftists simply can’t comprehend what Springsteen is saying. The mere fact that Springsteen (definitely a man of the left) gets it, is little short of astounding.
Aside: There’s a Flannery O’Connor reference in that interview. He was apparently reading a lot of American Gothic literature, including O’Connor, when he wrote his dark “Nebraska” album.
This was the world where I found the beginnings of my song. In Catholicism there existed the poetry, danger and darkness that reflected my imagination and my inner self. I found a land of great and harsh beauty, of fantastic stories of unimaginable punishment and infinite reward. It was a glorious and pathetic place I was either shaped for or fit right into. It has walked alongside me as a waking dream my whole life.
Coming in 2018: The Little Flower Company . . . by Therese Scheske. Catholics and experts in late 19th century French spirituality will appreciate the name. It’s Tess’ business, and father is greatly looking forward to it.
I should’ve announced the new company on Sunday, October 1st, but St. Francis’ feast day isn’t a bad consolation price.
As I point out almost every year, October is a great saint’s month: Saints Therese, Francis, Bruno, Thomas the Apostle, Teresa Avila, Ignatius of Antioch (he who, legend says, was the child Jesus took on his lap while preaching about children), Luke the Evangelist, James the Apostle, Simon the Apostle, Jude the Apostle. Kicker: the Guardian Angels, plus the Eastern Churches recognize Dionysius the Areopagite this month. All in all, a great month of remembrances.
My two parishes each had a pile of the October 2017 issue of “Give Us this Day,” which feature Fr. James Martin. I expressed my concern to the administrator, who assured me these were freebies distributed by a church in Ohio who said they were given a ton of extras and needed to get rid of them, and there are no plans to subscribe. I saw Fr. Martin had an essay in the issue on the rosary. To my discredit, I didn’t read it. I didn’t think I could stomach his thoughts on the second luminous mystery (“How many times have we failed to recognize the Cana wedding urge in our gay brothers . . .”).
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