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A most perfect Pomegranate Old Fashioned at Yard House. Ahhh...
But this has not always been the case. In my very early days of alcohol adventures (we won’t say how early) I preferred milder cocktail selections, many of them way too sweet. I found out later in life that the sugar and alcohol mix are the perfect recipe for hangovers-as well as learning that sugar is basically evil, so I moved on. But, I digress.
My first foray into the world of booze was a Vodka Collins, but I can spell that one. π Then there were the good old daiquiri on the rocks, made with (ugh) clear Rum. That was another standard for me in the early days. It would be a few years before I was introduced to the frozen fruity dessert drink that bears the same name. Now, drinking those sneaky devils has proved much easier than writing about them, and to this day that word remains the one that I will inevitably have to always research for the correct spelling. I wanted to add a ‘c’ or leave out that first ‘i’. Well, let’s just agree that there are way too many ‘i’s in it to begin with. It should, by all pronunciation rules, be spelled dakwuri, or ‘dakry’, if you’re from the South. π
Thank goodness for search engines. I don’t even have to go all the way to Wikapedia or a dictionary any longer. You can type most any semblance of a word into Google and one of the choices is inevitably “how to spell...”. See, Dan, and Ande, I don’t think ill of all things programming related. π So there you have it, my adventures in misspelling and my misadventures in booze. What shall I have today, at a decent hour, after the work is done...
Oh boy, the lager looks good to me! If only I could still eat pizza, I know what I'd have for lunch. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI'll leave the the daiquiris to someone else. Never was a fan.
Happy Saturday, Cheryl. Relax and enjoy!
Thanks Mary. The sweetest thing I can handle these days is the occasional Pina Colada. Hope yours is beautiful as well.
DeleteI hope you have a great weekend, Cheryl. I won't drink anything I can't spell. I'll take a nice cold Corona, and you can leave it in the bottle. Daiquiri is a tough word. Good for an adult spelling bee.
ReplyDeleteI hope you enjoy the weekend.
I already am, Dan. Thanks. The hubs learned how to spell it when he had a contract for repairs on the daiquiri machines in Louisiana. It is the official drink of the mobile working class there. πWell along with their Bud Lite. π
DeleteThere's nothing but sugar in an old-fashioned. My parents liked Manhattans: 3 oz. Bourbon, 1 oz. sweet vermouth, and a dash of Angostura bitters, garnished with a Maraschino cherry. And yes, I had to look up how to spell "Angostura" and "Maraschino."
ReplyDeleteDakry since I’m from the south. Haha
ReplyDeleteComing right up! You can get some high octane yummy varieties in Louisiana.
DeleteI’ll have a Dakry since I’m from the South. Haha
ReplyDeleteππ»Hello sister!
DeleteHa, well, not mine. Straight double shot of whiskey over rocks with orange peel, bitters and drunk cherries. A splash of club soda. I bypass the sugar. π My youngest used to enjoy Manhattans. Ah yes, Maraschino is a tricky one too. Lol.
ReplyDeletehahaha. I liked your foray! I basically drank what everybody else was drinking: wine, beer. It was mostly just to have something in my hand. Although I did drink dry vermouth with a twist of lime for awhile. Waiters kept bringing me sweet vermouth, cuz a 'girl' wouldn't drink . . . Yeah, beer was easy and cheap.
ReplyDeleteHaha! I only learned to appreciate beer some years after adulting, mostly because that was the first time anyone gave me ‘real’ beer to try. Who would have thought I would love dark beer and craft sampling would become one of my favorite things? My waist tells me no but my lips say yes, yes, yes! Yes, sexism remains alive and well even among those ‘enlightened’ hipsters. Hubs and I have eaten out on more than one occasion when I ordered a huge burger and a whiskey drink and he a chicken based meal with a margarita. It was so hilarious to tell the waiter that, no, the burger and whiskey were, indeed, for me. Gotta laugh. ππ
DeleteAfter I finish my nfl job - I dye grass in the end zone - I am going directly to the natural wood bar down by the river. Just so I can say Hickory Dackry Dock. And keep drinking till I cannot say it anymore. On the way home I will make sure to crawl around - not through or into - all the trailer hitches in the parking lot. Happy Sunday. And thanks for the inspiration. It will counter the perspirations.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy, John. Just be sure to watch that noggin while navigating all those potential concussion hitches-and best start out with knee pars as well. We all know critical thinking ends after the third cocktail or beer. πGrass dying? Who knew? π
DeleteCheers, Cheryl!! ππΊπΊ
ReplyDeleteCheers Deborah! π
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