Posts Tagged ‘drinks’

*shrug*

Monday, July 23rd, 2012

Have you seen this whole ‘shrub’ thing, lately?

Maybe I read too many food and drink blogs, but I swear to god shrubs have been stalking me. Since one was bound to catch me eventually, I caved.

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Basically, a shrub is a liquid made of fruit juice, sugar, and an acid. That liquid is then mixed into cocktails or sparkling water, as above. My stalker shrubs have all been vinegar based, so that’s what I used.

There are a lot of ways to make your shrub. You can cook fruit and sugar together to make a syrup in various ways, OR you can do what I did and make it cold. (Have I mentioned that it’s SUPER HOT HERE JUST LIKE EVERYWHERE ELSE?)

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Basically, I took one cup of my precious frozen sweet cherries (I could have used fresh cherries but that would have involved a second trip to the store after the first, regular one, I took yesterday), and mixed them with one cup of sugar. I could also have chopped them up first, but I didn’t. I used one of my Twist N Sparkle bottles since I’m trying to ween myself off them. You know, because of the exploding.

After a few hours, the cherries had defrosted and were starting to mix with the sugar to make a thick syrup. After twelve hours, the bottle was full of grainy red slush and cherries.

I drained the liquid off and mixed it with one cup of vinegar. (I used half white and half apple cider). It’s as easy as that.

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That’s the shrub (shrub syrup?) on the left, and a mixture of about a tablespoon of syrup and a cup or so of sparkling water on the left.

I get why people have been drinking these for a super long time, y’all. It’s weird, because you can absolutely tell that you’re drinking vinegar, but you don’t really care. The fruit taste really comes through, too.

Next step, cocktails!

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Cocktails are far more romantic than drinking it with breakfast, like I did this morning. And I like romance in my drinks. And alcohol. Romance and alcohol.

If you want to try yourself, here are a couple of good resources. Let me know how it goes!

Serious Eats
The Kitchn

weird day, people

Tuesday, November 30th, 2010

It started off normally enough.

Coffee and smoothie. No surprise there, right?

What if I told you it was THE MONSTER SMOOTHIE THAT ATE MANHATTAN?

AND THEN I ATE IT?

No, seriously, it was like 18 oz. It was ridiculous. I loved it. Also, I used cottage cheese instead of yogurt, because I only have expensive yogurt (I’m looking at you Chobani) and I wanted to eat it in a manner in which it deserved. Turns out cottage cheese makes a smoothie taste like a milkshake. It’s magic, I highly recommend it.

Then on the way to school I saw a bumper sticker that said ‘So, how’s that whole ‘hopey-changey’ thing working out for you?’. I was amused for two reasons: 1) because that person is in the wrong county, yo – this is BOULDER. We LIKE Obama here. 2) Because I took this from my car, obviously, and this car was 20 feet in front of me (probably – I suck at that kind of estimating shit), and I was able to blow this up to be almost legible.

CSI is real.

Then, while still in my car, I noticed something. Something weird.

A dent in my forehead.

I hadn’t had a hat on all morning. Where did the dent come from? NO ONE KNOWS. (P.S. I took this picture while at a stop light.) Dent notwithstanding, I made it to class, and then went to the gym.

Where, in an unexpected case of not-a-fun-fact, I found this in the restroom.

Yeah, I took a picture while peeing. For you.

I crammed a full winter outfit into a moderately sized locker, and headed upstairs. Where I was confronted by….

The most depressing gym poster ever.

I guess that it sorta makes sense to teach college kids that booze has calories. Because clearly, engineering students who made it all the way through high school probably think that alcohol is made from calorie free unicorn tears.

Probably.

On my way back to my office, after 4 miles and a upper body workout, I stopped in the quad to take pictures of my lunch.

The only weird thing about this part of the story is me, and I’m basing that solely on the looks the other students were giving me.

More curried turkey salad (with the celery chopped in this time) on a sandwich thin.

The aforementioned pricey yet delicious Chobani, with a little wild honey on top, for dessert.

Then a biscotti leftover from my mom’s thanksgiving contribution. For dessert dessert.

Then class, homework, blah blah blah*.

Then the exact same dinner as last night. Because I’m original like that.

*Also, I watched all eight episodes of this season of Glee. One while doing homework before school, one while on the treadmill, and six between then and now (while doing homework and cooking). HOW did I just start watching this show? WHAT will I do when this episode ends? Wait until next week? Awful. This is why I only watch shows that have finished their run and are available in their entirety on DVD.