I don’t know if I can convince you to drink this by using words. I’m not even sure I should tell you what’s in it.
There’s probably nothing Irish about pesto, but there’s probably nothing Irish about green food coloring in Budweiser beer either, so I’l take all judgments for this recipe with a grain of salt.
Warm weather is here! And spring, much like summer, fall, and winter, is a great excuse to drink.
Plus, warmer seasons means it’s time to go out and do things, and if you’ve ever been out on a warm night or gone to the beach, you’ll know that warm seasons are the only acceptable times to be publicly drunk, and if that turns out not to be true then I’ve made a lot of mistakes.
Jackfruit is a strange beast. I use the word “beast” deliberately here for two reasons: (1) it’s insides are more like meat than fruit, and (2) it’s filled with latex sap so sticky it’ll fuse your knife to your hand, and then your hand to your cutting board, and then your cutting board to your forehead.
But it tastes great.
Swimsuit season is coming up.
This has nothing to do with that.
When I was younger breakfast was just an excuse to eat dessert. Muffins are really just big cupcakes, and jam is just fruit icing, and French toast is just bread pudding, I don’t think I need to start on pancakes. In light of that, I’m not sure why eating ice cream for breakfast is such a stereotypical travesty – I mean, if you’re going to start your day off with sugar, you may as well go all the way and just inject some heavy cream into it.
We’re posting this pretty late. I’d like to make a joke about targeting this post at people who forgot until the last minute, but I can’t because every store in the US has been shoving cupid’s arrows into our eyeballs for over a month. (I’m pretty sure we’re only a step away from getting online advertisements reminding us when our anniversaries are.)
Sarah and I are two very lucky people who made one very unfortunate mistake – I’m typing this blog post on an 11-hour flight to Honolulu, HI, after staying awake for 24 hours in order to sleep through this 5,000 mile journey. To help with this endeavor, we decided to invest in a sleep-aid – just in case. So, reasonably, we waited until we boarded the plane and were comfortably seated, and then we took a dose each, and then after two hours of sight-seeing the outside of the New Jersey airport from the runway, we were kindly informed to step off the plane and re-board an hour later.
Only a few days left until New Year’s Eve!
In our previous post I mentioned that I’ve long since run out of money and have been making candy ever since, but I should also mention that I’ve never made candy before. In fact, I’m inexplicably bad at cooking sweet things of any kind – that’s Sarah’s territory. The first batch of caramel I made tasted like gasoline. So did the fourth one.
And that’s exactly why I’m not going to tell you how to make caramel!
Gingle bells, gingle bells,
Gin goes all the way,
We’ll just go head and liquefy,
Our meals this holiday.