[Update: I picked up a can of limeade at the store last night and put it in the shopping cart without telling Rob. I waited to see if he noticed it. A few aisles down, “Honey? Are you thinking you’re going to make one of those rocket fuel beverages again?” eyebrows raised. So I figured I’d repost this little gem.]
If that title sounds like I typed it while intoxicated, well that’s probably because it’s true. Hey: I’m on vacation, bugger off!
My mom whipped this fine blended beverage up for me last night while I was sweating in the bathroom trying to tame my frizzy FL hair. The Lady Baltimore. (Or is that the name of a cake? Is it Lord? Or Sir?)
[Robby suggested the plastic cup. I didn’t complain.]
Picture me somewhat lost in the depths of my own home, bleary-eyed, wandering through the vast dining room toward the brass-topped bar. My voice echoing off of the high ceilings, trailing a wet beach towel behind me, empty glass in hand—the pitch of my whines loud and annoying, like a blind old cat in a ballroom.
Moooom. MOM. MOOOOOM. Can I please have another Lady Marmalade?
[Stealing this from my parents someday.]
At your own risk, and at whatever increments you do prefer, blend:
1 Corona 1 can frozen Limeade ice Rum. Lots of rum.Enjoy!
-Carey
A small limeade can full of light (Bacardi) rum. And you can take it from there!
salivating …