Better than Mine

I'm all done with brown cables as of this afternoon - am going to do a few small cables on the wrists and still have to do sleeves and a collar, but anything requiring a chart or any complicated thought was all done, so a drink was in order.

In an effort to use what's ready in the kitchen that has no home, I made what was basically a batch of Kitchen Sink Sangria. Two half drank bottles of red that were hanging around on the counter, a half gone Sprite, some seltzer, ginger ale, lime juice and the tired fruits with the bruises in the basket.

You can do this too - waste not, want not, right?

The leftover wine and fruit are cut up and combined and get to sit in the fridge for a few hours. Add any fizzy ingredients you have lying around and taste for what's needed. Too sweet? Add lime juice or lemon. Not sweet enough? A little apple or other juice. Pretty foolproof. It's always pretty good - and perfect for a summer afternoon.

But it was not good enough for the man. He came home with a jones for a Margarita, and honestly never even tasted it. First, he made Maya one with no booze. I'm pretty sure it's Limeade, ice and OJ. Here she is with her drink - I liked this shot - he's on the grill in back and she's cracking up.

I think it has something to do with the fart silly putty Zoe has not stopped playing with since it came home from some party a few days ago. It farts pretty loud - and she's a pro at sneaking around with it to surprise people. Way fun.

Don't you wish your kids had some?

Anyways, C. then decides to make himself an extra special margarita - some secret version. And my poor sangria is shelved for another day. See that on top? It's mint from the garden. He made a Lime - MINT margarita. With Cointreau and OJ in it. It's amazing.

I knew there was a reason I married this man.

Someone's getting lucky tonight. If I can wrangle that recipe outta him, I'll share it.