Okay, so this contest had some very specific aims:
Kristin Michelle Ongeri apparently knows the Bodhisattva's darker side. In fact, I know she does. She's seen the TPKB in weekend parking lots during the wee hours. Enough said.
Now, what Kristin doesn't know is that long, long ago, there was a little girl who got ripped on rum. Ever since that first episode of tossing her spaghetti-o's, the scent of rum -- even from across the room -- makes the multitude of Swedish-heritage hairs stand up on the back of that gal's neck.
But tequila... that's a different story altogether.
When I blended up this little brunch beverage during a quick jaunt down to the Gulf coast, I knew. I just knew.
The Editor, who was kind enough to do the peach-cuttin this go'round, exclaimed, "Maybe you shoulda tossed the peels out before blending these..." Not because of the flavor, he clarified, but for appearance's sake.
Libras. Always so concerned with appearance.
Trailerpark-ism is all about making-do. The two most frequent buzzwords in my world: creative and resourceful. Ain't got those? You best be paying other folks to do a whole slew o' stuff for ya.
I explained to The Editor that this drink is no hoity toity daquiri. It's evident by the darker chunks of skin that this is a smoothie. One with tequila in it.
What the HELL could be better?
So as I finish up my this here good stuff smooooothy, i wanna send my kisses and hugs out to Kristin for submittin this tasty little o.m.g.easy drinky that my neighbors at the next happy hour -- every Wednesday at the Grocery & Grill down the road -- are gonna happily lap up.
OH, and Kristin, you get my grandma's jam/jellly googah, too! You lucky girl, you...
- to make use of my plentiful peach trees
- to make something tasty I could use to repay my helpful neighbors
- to do the above without using fire
Kristin Michelle Ongeri apparently knows the Bodhisattva's darker side. In fact, I know she does. She's seen the TPKB in weekend parking lots during the wee hours. Enough said.
Now, what Kristin doesn't know is that long, long ago, there was a little girl who got ripped on rum. Ever since that first episode of tossing her spaghetti-o's, the scent of rum -- even from across the room -- makes the multitude of Swedish-heritage hairs stand up on the back of that gal's neck.
But tequila... that's a different story altogether.
When I blended up this little brunch beverage during a quick jaunt down to the Gulf coast, I knew. I just knew.
The Editor, who was kind enough to do the peach-cuttin this go'round, exclaimed, "Maybe you shoulda tossed the peels out before blending these..." Not because of the flavor, he clarified, but for appearance's sake.
Libras. Always so concerned with appearance.
Trailerpark-ism is all about making-do. The two most frequent buzzwords in my world: creative and resourceful. Ain't got those? You best be paying other folks to do a whole slew o' stuff for ya.
I explained to The Editor that this drink is no hoity toity daquiri. It's evident by the darker chunks of skin that this is a smoothie. One with tequila in it.
What the HELL could be better?
So as I finish up my this here good stuff smooooothy, i wanna send my kisses and hugs out to Kristin for submittin this tasty little o.m.g.easy drinky that my neighbors at the next happy hour -- every Wednesday at the Grocery & Grill down the road -- are gonna happily lap up.
OH, and Kristin, you get my grandma's jam/jellly googah, too! You lucky girl, you...
Kristin's Un-Titled-So-I'm-Callin-It-a-Peach-Buzz
Smoothie Recipe
Smoothie Recipe
"I don't have any fancy peach recipes. It is hotter than Hades and I think frozen beverages are the best cure. Cut up some peaches and stick them in the freezer. When they are good and frozen, throw them in a blender with some rum. You can even try a flavored rum to change it up a bit. No need for ice if your peaches are frozen. It will be extra peachy and you shouldn't need to sweeten it."
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