Have you ever wanted to leave a comment on one of my posts but felt bewildered or intimidated? If not, then skip down to the recipe. If so, you poor thing, let me walk you through it. At the bottom of each of my posts, in teeny tiny grey print, you will find the words “Leave a Comment”. Go ahead and peak. See it? Click on it or touch it from your touch screens and some l’il boxes will open up. You have to enter your name and email address and then you get some space for your remarks. You can respond to my post or write a poem or put a smiley face in there.
Nearly every time I write a post, I email about fifty folks who I have decided would find the new entry fascinating and basically suggest they drop everything and read up. Sometimes I get responses to my email, which is lovely. A comment on the post is another way to respond and that gets shared with the entirety of the post’s followers – a sea of something like twelve good friends.
Once you fill in the little boxes and hit “Post Comment”, exactly nothing will happen. All comments go into a queue for me to check and either approve or reject. Your comment will not appear automatically. So don’t worry, I will screen out any drunk commenting or discourse which is inadvertently insensitive to people who are rectum disabled.
Just wanted you to know!
So, I’ve been entirely off caffeine and drinking a lot less alcohol. Caffeine and alcohol can stimulate the bowel you see, and my bowel is best left as lethargic as possible, particularly in public.
I’ve been drinking decaf tea in the mornings before work with an occasional decaf coffee (the latter at Davenport where there is access to a wee caramel macchiato creamer). The thing is, if you drink decaf all week, the first fully loaded cuppa you indulge in when the weekend comes around can hit pretty hard. So I’ve evolved into a caffienated-tea-and-coffee-totaler.
As for alcohol, well one must take a little medicine now and then, naturally. I, myself, did not have a before or during work habit with this substance but it does tend to be a social activity. So I practice as much restraint (in more ways than one) as is possible for my own unique physical form.
Having divulged all that, I will now share a recipe that breaks all those rules, just to prove it is sometimes possible.
Jen’s Fabulous Summer Arnold Palmertini (I can’t guarantee that someone hasn’t invented this before me but probably not with all this detail)
Brew up a pot of tea in the morning and enjoy some (not all) of it for breakfast. May I suggest two soft boiled eggs, toast with jam and a half a chilled grapefruit?
In the middle of the afternoon when you’ve been riding your bike or working in your yard or shopping strenuously, pour some (not all) of the remaining tea into a big, tall glass packed with ice.
Finally, when you’re ready for your cocktail, get a martini mixer and fill it with ice, add two parts leftover tea and one part lemon liquor that you keep in your freezer. A fruit tea works well with this. I’ve had it with raspberry tea and the first time I tried it, I had a sample of Tea Forte peach brulee – yummy!
Enjoy this marteani alone or in company, decaf or half caf or “real”, as close to a bathroom as you wish or in the bathroom or in the bath, after five or with your eggs. Happy summer!