Hold it. I bought something and put it in Trina's freezer. It's not 'ready' yet but I'm drinking it. For "The TESR Test Kitchen," Jim said to try Dailys. We're writing a piece on Sunday. If you can consume alcohol and would like to try it, you can find it in a grocery store near the frozen section. They'd be doing a favor if they'd pop it into the frozen section because after you buy it, you're supposed to freeze it for 8 hours. I got the single pouch of margarita because I'm not a daqueri kind of girl (can't even spell the word).
I do love margaritas though. Especially in a big glass with a well salted rim.
I'll write about alcohol for this post.
My first booze was beer. My grandmother (not the one that lived with us) drank Coors. And out of the can, so good for her. (Back then it wasn't 'lady like' to drink beer and certainly not out of the can.) So I wanted to know what beer tasted like.
She asked if I wanted to know what a cigarette tasted like too?
I said "sure" but was convinced now she wasn't really going to let me have a sip.
And she wasn't.
"If you want to try it, you're going to drink that whole can. I'm not wasting beer."
The first sip? I did not like the taste. True on the second sip. True throughout. After I finished the can, I thought I was burping but instead was heaving and throwing up.
I was 10-years-old and didn't try beer again until I was in my 20s.
Wine was no big thing because I'm Catholic. (We have a sip of wine at communion.)
So I never wanted a bottle of that.
But when I was about 14, I really wanted to have a bottle of scotch. Why?
I still don't know. I wanted Manhattans (I'd never had one) and you don't use scotch in that. Something happened, maybe a movie I caught on TV or something.
So I ended up with a bottle of rum. From the guy I was dating. H swiped it from his father's cabinet. I said, "Rum? I wanted scotch."
Rum was okay. Especilly to mix with something else (for example, coke).
By the time I was 16, I had pretty much tried everything.
Closing with C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"