Where the party at
Frosty goodness
I got some strawberries on the cheap last week, and as is my wont, I immediately threw them in the freezer. Tonight, I found myself in the mood for a strawberry smoothie, but alas, I didn’t have any milk. Regular readers of Dangerous, Dirty, and Unfun know that once the idea of a frozen beverage gets in my head, there’s no getting it out, so Plan B was daiquiris. Fortunately, I did happen to have some rum (and the good stuff, too, unlike the last time I whimsically decided to make a summery tropical bev), and all the other citrus- and simple syrup–related accouterments necessary for strawberry daiquiris.
However, comma, I couldn’t settle on a recipe. One called for fresh strawberries. Another called for lemon juice, or lime juice, or both. One called for sugar, and another for simple syrup. So I just kinda winged in. The results were mixed. (Get it? It’s a mixed drink, mixed in a blender? Get it?) One lesson we can all agree on is that there’s such a thing as too much rum. Oh well.
Tags: drinks, girls is on the way, I'm a bad mixing guy, where the Bacardi at
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