I'm making my peace with Chicago. I thought about baking banana muffins for my kids tonight but, as they are not here, I made a banana dacquiri instead. It was tasty. I used up the last lime before it rotted, which always brings me pleasure.
I also tripped on the stripped stairs again, fell onto my left wrist and luckily wasn't badly injured. That was pre-dacquiri.
There are a number of other dacquiri recipes in my cocktail book: mango and mint, strawberry, etc. I now know and will probably never forget that dacquiris contain rum, as opposed to margueritas, which are made with tequila.
Last night I threw together a Palm Beach, which is gin and vermouth and grapefruit juice and sugar syrup, and I am glad to have discovered it. Nearly as simple as cutting a grapefruit in half, sprinkling it with sugar, and eating it. It's on the to-make-again list!
Only one more call day this week and as of noon on Wednesday I will be free for four days. Then one more week of work before Las Vegas! Jule's already filled his Caillou backpack with his Las Vegas teddy bear, Spongebob-in-Las Vegas t-shirt, swimsuit, and sun shirt. He walks around singing, "California, the fornia that is Cal." My kids are so weird.
Maybe I'll get it together yet and make banana muffins tonight... no, maybe next Sunday. I've numbed my mind with two episodes of "How I Met Your Mother", which I've started watching because I love that guy from "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" and "I Love You, Man". He wrote "Forgetting Sarah Marshall", which made me laugh for two hours straight flying home from England in October 2008. One of my favorite days ever.
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