It's Sunday- not a lot going on, not much to say here. I promise a post with actual words and sentences tomorrow, but today is mostly visual for my ADD/marginally illiterate readers. I welcome one and all here at Blog de Whiskey, I am an equal opportunity offender/grosser outer.
Perfect day yesterday (well, aside from the tornado sirens in the evening and several downpours). I had no plans, so I just laid in the grass and looked up at this:
I laid there staring at the sky until a colony of ants started testing how ticklish I am (very) and the gnats made me look like a crazy person, swatting repeatedly at what- to the naked eye- seemed like nothing. Damn gnats. And while we're at it- damn Gnus too. You showoffs with your silent "g", you think you're so special, don't you? Huh?
I brought the furry turd factories out with me too. I'm afraid they'll run away if I bring them outside unrestrained which would cause my cold, hard little heart to break, so I restrain them & protect them with all sorts of harnesses, straps, flea collars and such and such. Poor things. The nerds of the cat world.
Pooter LOVES being outside:
Trouble/Mudbutt? Not so much. He hid in the currant bush the whole time:
I made the Mr. pick me a whole mess o'rhubarb as I had a project in mind.
I started by cooking a bunch of cut up rhubarb with a bit of sugar, some water and a few raspberries (for color.)
I cooked it until everything was nice and soft. Then, I strained the whole thing through my old-school chinois I got from my Grandma years ago.
So far, so good.
Then I took the liquid, cooked it one more time with MORE cut up rhubarb (and a little more sugar) and repeated the straining process. It sounds involved, but it really wasn't.
The end result:
You're probably asking yourself, "What ever is that crazy Whiskey going to do with rhubarb syrup? Is she going to use it on pancakes?(maybe) Is she going to pour it over her butter and bologna sandwiches? (no) Is she using this as a front for her moonshine production again? (I plead the fifth)
No, my friends. I had a much better use in mind for this seriously delicious stuff.
I introduce to you, the Rhubarbtini! (copyright 2008 Whiskeymarie Cocktail Enterprises, inc.)
And, yes- it did taste as good as it looks. Think tart cosmo with a lovely rhubarb bite. We also made rhubarb gin & tonics- maybe even better than the 'tini. I can't wait to see what else I can make with this.
Oh, and I got a double-yolker when I was making breakfast today. I used to cook brunch at a restaurant where another woman that worked there would tell customers that when they got a double-yolker it meant they were very, very fertile. This statement was usually met with a blank stare and uncomfortable giggle. This never stopped being funny to me.
That's all I've got for now.
Go out and enjoy your Sunday- the weekend is almost over and that means less time to do something so stupid that you:
a) get arrested.
b) get yourself filmed by Court TV.
c) get kicked out of the house.
d) lose your pants.
e) All of the above.
P.S: I'll be humming the Donkey Rhubarb song all day...