Tuesday, October 24th - Don't You Hate Pants???
Before regaling you with our Tuesday adventures, of which there are many (you have been warned), I owe you dear readers another helpful drinking tip.
**Alcoholic Exploration with Brenda, Lesson #51: Guavaberry, No Sharing!!
Ahhh, Guavaberry...your deep fuschia hue glitters in the firelight like a delicate, exotic gem, belying the 70-proof behemoth that resides within.
Sadly, I am not partaking of the Guavaberry tonight - I asked Jay to make me a colada but he said that I shouldn't have one since I have to go see the Crohns doctor tomorrow. The wife in me sincerely appreciates and loves him for his kindness; he is right...I know that. However, Boozie-the wanna-be-author really wants one because she hasn't had a Guavaberry Colada in more than a year.
Here's the recipe...maybe you can go make one and have a surrogate drink for me.
Guavaberry Colada
1 oz Cream of Coconut
2 oz Guavaberry Liqueur
3 oz Pineapple Juice
Fill blender 1/3 with ice, add above ingredients, and blend until it reaches your favorite slushie consistency. Pour into a glass and sprinkle with nutmeg. Drink slowly with your eyes closed....ahhhhhhh, repeat after me: I wish I was on a cruise ship anchored in St. Martin right now; I wish I was on a cruise ship anchored in St. Martin right now; I wish I was on a cruise ship anchored in St. Martin right now...
...cracks open left eyeball and squints hopefully at surroundings... Bilge! It didn't work...we probably should all have been drinking coladas. Oh well, next time we'll be prepared!
Guavaberry, by the way, is a folk-liqueur from the island of St. Martin, which is half-Dutch and half-French. It was first made on the island hundreds of years ago in private homes. Guavaberry liqueur is made from aged rum and local berries from which the liqueur derives its name. Guavaberry trees or shrubs grow in a variety of shapes and sizes up to 60 feet high. They have red-brown branches and small pink and white flowers. The fruit, which are roughly half the size of cherries, are yellow-orange or dark-red.
Do not confuse a guavaberry with a guava - they are completely different.
The mature, or aged, liqueur has a fruity, bittersweet flavor that is quite distinct. I'll be honest - I don't like the flavor on its own. It tastes like cough syrup. But mix this stuff into a colada (see above recipe for tongue-numbing good times) and it is unbelievable just how tasty a drink you end up with - all the more dangerous because you don't really taste the alcohol.
Go forth and partake of the Guavaberry goodness my friends, you won't regret it. But remember: No Sharing!!
Tune in next week for
Lesson #28: Drinks that Begin with the Letter Mmmmmmmmm
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I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that I don't think there's any good way to get out of bed on the morning following an evening of culinary indulgence at Victoria and Albert's. I'll take it a step further and say that trying to make it to EPCOT for early morning EMH the day after eating dinner at V&A is a boneheaded decision of the first order. Allow me to foreshadow for my next trip report: we will not make this mistake a second time.
So there we were...three adults suffering from the tipsy-wipsies and one adult suffering from early morning Grim-itis watching the weather forecast for the day while sipping coffee and munching birthday cake (
best cake ever).
"Heheheheheeeeeeee," Brenda continues to giggle helplessly until she snorts coffee up her nose.
Jason watches her with that quizzical expression of his, one eyebrow arched expectantly. "Are you planning to share?"
Wheezing slightly, I reply, "I must still be buzzed. I could swear that guy just said the high temperature today was going to be 50 degrees."
No one else is laughing.
Oh, dear.
Cold is not my friend. Wind is not my friend. Cold and wind combined are my mortal enemies and while I think the Cold Miser is a pretty cool (haha) dude with a zany sense of humor I don't want to vacation with him.
The one and only Cold Miser:
Also...I left my pants at home. No one from cooler climates packs pants when they vacation in Florida during the fall months - Alberta Clippers are not supposed to sail through America's wang in the middle of October! Four years of Florida vacations in October and I've never needed or wanted pants...until now. And thus begins a refrain I will hear from the Grimace for the rest of the day: "I'd feel better if you were wearing pants."
"I didn't bring any pants."
"Well, buy some. Your health has never been good - you're delicate."
"I am not delicate. I am not a fragile flower. I am not buying any pants."
All of which leads to Jay referring to me affectionately as
Peter Pantsless for the remainder of the day.
Here we are just after entering EPCOT around 8:30 that morning. It was a gorgeous day, but terribly terribly cold. It wouldn't have been too bad except for the wind, which was brutal and completely negated the sun's warmth.
Plankton wanted to wait until the pub opened but when we told him he'd have close to a four-hour wait he decided to come along with us and scope out opportunities for mischief instead.
TBC...coming soon, Plankton explores Soarin and Mission Space, goes shopping, attempts to dazzle us with his intellect, and joins us as we snack around the world showcase.