The Fantabulous Life of Miss Mary Anne

Probably my first post should be all about who I am and blah blah blah and why I have this blog blah blah blah. We won’t do that. Keep reading, you’ll discover who I am. Or once I figure out how to work the side bar, there will be some sort of “About Me” feature and you can all read my big fat secret.

Until then, here’s some content for you.

School starts again on Tuesday. The kids are off, but I had to be in this week. I got so much done without observing all the teenage angst and drama. But I’m off until Tuesday. Sweet.

Last night, I though I’d try mixing a new cocktail. I’ve always enjoyed a Singapore Sling when out and about and in the mood for something beyond fruity.

Here’s the usual recipe for such things (at least, according to the cocktail book I was working out of)

1 oz. gin

.5 oz. cherry liquer

.5 oz. triple sec

.5 oz. grenadine

.5 oz. lime juice

.5 oz. pineapple juice

1 oz. orange juice

Dash of bitters

Shake with ice, strain, garnish with lime.

I didn’t have any pineapple juice, so I skipped that and used Raspberry vodka instead of gin. I also used Blood Orange bitters and garnished with maraschino  cherries.

It was tasty.

Then I watched Crash with my sister. Can’t believe I haven’t seen that one yet. It was really good, but the end bugged me. Why was Terrance Howard’s character just hanging around when his wife called? I mean, she had been pulled from a burning car that afternoon. Shouldn’t she have been at the hospital? Shouldn’t he have already been with her?