I don’t really drink. And by that, I mean that I drink very occasionally. I’m not a teetotaler, and I don’t have an allergy to alcohol or anything. It’s just that I’d rather chew my calories. Also, I’m deathly afraid of getting sick to my stomach. Some people might say that getting really drunk might solve that problem, but I’m not about to find out. The last couple of times I’ve been to the doctor, I’ve filled out the questionnaire about lifestyle choices by checking the “occasionally” box under “How often do you drink alcohol?” When the doctor or nurse asks more specific questions about just how often I drink, they cross out my “occasionally” and move me on over to the “never” category. I’m afraid I’m a discredit to my home state of Wisconsin because I don’t like beer, and I didn’t exactly take to Southern beverages, either – I think that mint juleps taste like trident gum dipped in gasoline.
The plus side to all of this, of course, is that I’m an excellent designated driver and cheap date. The down side is that I sometimes feel a little left out of the party. So, after our second son was born (coincidence? probably not), I started mixing things up and tried grape juice with cake-flavored vodka. “Why don’t more people drink THIS?” I asked my amused husband. “Probably because it tastes like children’s cough syrup.” Point taken. Plus, all that sugar was not kind to my stomach.
I moved on to this winning combination:
That’s Trader Joe’s mango lemonade and Absolut Mandrin (apparently how they like to spell “mandarin” in Sweden). Don’t even bother with other brands of mango lemonade – the Trader Joe’s is really the best. This little taste of summer might be our favorite new winter tradition, and a bonus of the frigid weather is that our garage serves as a great vodka freezer. We’ll be trying out some of Ina’s cocktails from Barefoot in Paris when we host a crepe party here, so look for those in a few weeks.