pineapple mojitos

Remember the pineapple infused rum that I made two weeks ago? It too is ready for consumption and what better use for rum besides a mojito? Right. There isn’t one.

I just used a totally standard mojito recipe, which is below. I added more liquor than usual because it tasted like pineapple.

Pineapple Mojito:
3 oz of pineapple infused rum
10 mint leaves
3 lime wedges
Sugar
Club Soda

Muddle 10 mint leaves with one lime wedge to release essential oils in the mint then add the two other lime wedges and sugar and beat it up some more. Add the liquor and then the club soda. Boom.

You’re welcome.

You could also make a pitcher of these bad boys.

lions & tigers & where are the elephants?

There are two things I look for in a zoo, elephants and koalas. That’s it. I’m pretty easy to please. That is unless you’re the Bronx Zoo and you have neither of these things. 

What the hell kind of zoo are you!? Who doesn’t have a damn koala? I mean, come on. No elephants? Now it’s just ridiculous. 
I’m sorry, but where I come from there are some damn elephants and koalas. It’s what dreams are made of. 
All in all, I’d say the zoo was fun. It was especially fun because it was free and you know me. I love free .99, it’s the best price ever. 
We saw lions…
And tigers…
And one really upset polar bear who wanted someone to feed him. I didn’t take his picture because he looked seriously pissed off and I know how I feel when I want to be fed so I extended him the professional courtesy. 
But we did see giraffes and they were pretty cute. They were no koalas though…
I really want a pet koala. 
Oh and I broke in my new shoes so I’d say the day was overall pretty good. 

strawberry margaritas

I know you all have been waiting on bated breath for this post and I was right there with you. Trust me, it was damn near torturous knowing I had booze in the house but couldn’t drink it.

It was no easy task thinking up what I’d make with the flavored booze but then I remembered the general affinity for strawberry margs and had an epiphany. I’d make a girly drink less girly. Is that even possible? I thought I’d at least attempt it.

Let me tell you this; the strawberry infused tequila I made is the bomb dot com and a half. I’m not going to toot my own horn that I can make a damn good drink, but will rather give all the credit to the tequila. Ah-maz-ing.

I made these with three simple ingredients and used some fresh strawberries (organic of course), limes and salt as garnish. These are obviously 100% mandatory or you’ll have a mediocre marg and that isn’t how we do it in my family or on this blog.

Strawberry Margaritas:
3 oz strawberry infused blanco tequila
1 oz lime juice*
1.5 oz Cointreau (or triple sec or Grand Marnier…whatever)

Makes one drink and can easily be doubled, tripled, quadruped or whatever blows your skirt up.

*Since it is a royal pain in the ass to juice enough limes to make some margs, I fully support using bottled lime juice. I prefer the bottled key lime, but I leave this up to you completely.

Trust me, friends, you couldn’t even taste the liquor. Legit tasted like strawberry limeade aka heaven on earth. If you don’t try this you’re just ridiculous.

bettin’ on the ponies

Let me tell you what kids, I had one busy weekend. Saturday we went to Belmont Racetrack to bet on the ponies and Sunday we went to the Bronx Zoo. I don’t even know who I am leaving the Island twice in the same weekend.

Let me just say that my boyfriend and I were not successful at betting. I’m pretty sure we (obviously I mean he) only lost like $20 so it wasn’t a big deal. My boyfriend’s cousin and his girlfriend were far more successful.

After a few races I just started to bet on the horses who had names that I loved. My favorite was Karma Shield. And Karma Shield would make me cry in a few minutes.

#7 is Karma Shield

Karma Shield’s jockey was some biotch named Rosie who is the world’s worst jockey, in my expert opinion. Basically, she killed my Karma Shield. Yes, she killed the horse.

This horse was a favorite to win and has a brother who is a serious winner. In fact, KS had a bad ass trainer also.

So yea, Rosie rode the horse like a stereotypical woman and it’s all her fault. Well, it’s partly my boyfriend’s cousins’ fault because he wished a broken leg on the #10 horse.

According, to the racing forums we checked Sunday morning, Karma Shield breaking his leg was a total jockey error.

SHE KILLED MY HORSE! His little leg was flopped under and he kept trying to stand on it and it just broke my heart. They brought the vets onto the track and covered the whole area with a black screen and euthanized him on the field. I really hope they fed Karma Shield to the Lions at the Bronx Zoo because that would actually make me not feel so bad.

Needless to say, I was traumatized. Not as bad as all these degenerate gamblers. I like to think that all the ripped bets on the floor are broken dreams.

How was your weekend?