Getting back in the swing of things after a vacation is tough, isn’t it?! Phew! I feel like I’m barely holding it together.
I’m currently spending all my free time watching episode after episode of Property Brothers on HGTV. I can’t stop watching. And it took me a million episodes to realize they’re twins. 🙁
Anyway! Just because 4th of July is in our past doesn’t mean summer is over. Oh no. This Pisco Sour recipe is refreshing, perfectly tart and the froth that lives on the top of the drink, makes the best mustache. All good things!
This recipe is on West Elm. And, if you stroll into a West Elm store, you’ll see a little stanchion with the recipe on it. FUN!
I’m doing a few more Peruvian recipes with them to promote their new fair-trade Peruvian items (I took a look at them and they’re really pretty!). To check out the recipe and the rest of the photos, check out their blog, Front and Main.
Yesterday as I was procrastinating aka staring out the window, I started to think about all the terrible jobs I’ve had in my life. Let me start by saying I’ve had some super great and easy ones. Like that time I worked for Earthlink at a kiosk in the mall and literally did absolutely nothing and just watched movies on my computer. Best job ever for a 16 year old. There was also that time I taught kids how to play tennis and got paid way too much for having that much fun.
My worst job was pretty depressing, especially now looking back at it. During the summer between the end of high school and beginning of college I wanted some money, basically to buy clothes and hang out with my friends. I responded to a Craigslist ad asking for someone who was a “self-starter, liked talking and personable.” I arrived to a run-downed office and greeted by some bro dude who gave me a schpeel about “helping older people who were trapped by owning timeshares they were unable to sell.” I was to sell them a service, which DID NOT exist, that’d help them sell their timeshare. Basically, my job was to rip off seniors. I failed miserably because I’m not that great of a sales person and since I was a naive person, it took me a good week to catch on to what was going on. I was lectured about being more of a “go-getter and understanding the place they were coming from.”
I feel like attempting to rip off older people might go down as the worst job ever. Waiting tables was SO much better.
What does this have to do with a cocktail? I dunno. I basically just wanted to share with you my terrible job. Hopefully you’ll share one too. We’ve all had (or have!) terrible jobs.
This lil’ drink recipe was inspired by the super goth dahlias that are currently chilling in a vase on my nightstand. Their deep dark purple hue makes me excited for this month. It’s gettin’ all fall-like up in my house.
This week I have downright earned my weekend. There have been a few allergy attacks, lots of emails, a parking ticket, one vet visit for Amelia which ended in her wearing a cone (she can no longer bear corgi children, but she’s a-ok!) and more emails. I’m gonna need a drink come 5pm. Maybe sooner. One of my favorite drinks in the world is a caipirinha. I’d categorize it as a Brazilian mojito, but made with cachaca. It’s usually what I order when I’m back home in Florida. It’s a beach-day drink. This drinks is its weird, goth-y cousin who no one understands…made with vodka.