Playlist: The Pill, Recreated
- Paint it Black, The Rolling Stones
- Bulletproof, La Roux
- Zero, Yeah Yeah Yeahs
- Boys Don’t Cry, The Cure
- Lisztomania, Phoenix
- Kids, MGMT
It’s more or less a miracle that I could even remember these.
Take Me Away to Margaritaville…
Thursdays are always a little rough. It feels like it’s the end of the week and weekend activities should ensue, but we all still have real life things to wake up to on Friday morning. In my case, a midterm.
But what’s getting me through all the studying is the promise of these babies on Saturday afternoon: Blood Orange-Jalapeno Margaritas.
I scored the recipe from The Kitchn, my go-to cooking blog. The blogger basically chops up some jalapenos and soaks them in tequila for a couple hours. Strain, then mix with fresh blood orange juice, a bit of lime juice and some Cointreau.
All I’ll need now is some Mariachi tunes and a few of these and it would be just like home.
Just So We’re Clear: Martini
There is one kind of martini: gin, extra dry. Stirred, not shaken.
Eat, Drink, Be Very, Very Merry
Last night I went to The Dig’s 10th Anniversary Party. It was in this gorgeous room at the House of Blues and there were a lot of hipsters in high heels. Very interesting.
Afterward, we made it to one of my all time favorite Boston spots: Drink. I went with my usual champagne cocktails, but actually got food this time. It’s one of Barbara Lynch’s restaurants, so obviously the food was divine. Grilled cheese with onion relish, french fries and gougeres. All so delicious and place appropriate: classed up bar food. Yum-o.
(North) Shore Thing
This weekend and past few days have been relatively post free because I spent Thursday - Monday tooling around town with my aunt, cousin and mother. I found a new favorite cocktail at Drink (French 75 made with gin and ginger simple syrup), died for the amazing Lobster BLT at B&G, consumed extra spicy bloody mary’s at Sel del la Terre, enjoyed a cold night at Hungry Mother, and cozied up at the Bar at the Taj Hotel, probably one of the greatest bars known to man.
But the best part of the weekend was not all the eating and drinking - of which there was arguably too much - but rather a really nice baby trip we took to Ipswich. We stayed at the Inn at Castle Hill, which is on this gorgeous land trust called the Crane Estate. It’s poured - and snowed!! - all day Sunday, but the sun broke through on Monday morning so we got to spend some time walking around and enjoying the breathtaking views.
The trip wasn’t really enough to satisfy my need to get the heck out of dodge and go somewhere, but I think it will help me keep it together until Thanksgiving.
How Would You Like to (Eat) a Pig?
In FURTHER gastronomic news, I finally, finally made it over to Sel De La Terre for its ridiculously amazing Monday night happy hour. Amigo Mary Anne and I drank our Mexican Mules (tequila, ginger beer, lime) with delight, and I ate a little pancetta slider. The bar was very cool, not too loud, and the drinks were muy delicioso.
A new Monday night tradition: established.
The truly divine “original” champagne cocktail at Drink.
99 Problems but a Beer Ain’t One
I a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e-l-y cannot wait to pick up this 12 pack from Magic Hat. The box is covered with pretty darn fabulous dia de los muertos caliveras (side note: my mom lives for those guys and they’re all over my house. Can you think of another non-Mexican family that makes sugar skulls on the first and second of November?). The pack will include Magic Hat standards #9, Circus Boy and Roxy Rolles as well as this year’s Odd Notion, a Beligian Chocolate Stout.
The pack should be in stores now until Halloween, so you better snap this boy up, even if it kills you.
Love to his Tonic and Gin
It’s my personal belief that there’s nothing a good gin and tonic can’t solve. N-o-t-h-i-n-g.
Champagne Wishes
How absolutely yummy does this drink look? It’s called an Elderflower Champagne cocktail, and it pretty much looks like a dream to me:
Fill a tumbler with ice. Fill three-quarters of the glass with dry champagne or prosecco. Add thinly sliced cucumber and fresh mint. Top off with St-Germain.
Via Apartment Therapy.
How to avoid packing.
Law and Order
So remember the W a few months ago that had Madonna on the cover? And all the super steamy photos of her with a (much) younger male model? His name was Jesus? mmkay, so that same issue had this other cool(er) shoot that basically featured Daisy Lowe and Peaches Geldof as a pair of bad girls raising hell.
Refinery 29’s Pipeline is kind enough to remind us of this today in its item about Levi’s new ad campaign for Fall. Several years ago, Jane (RIP) had a similar mug shot shoot for its annual Sundance issue. It all looks p-r-e-t-t-y fun to me. So here’s what I’m thinking: when I get back to Boston, we’re tooootally having a party that will basically revolve around everyone having their mug shots taken. TOTAL fun, right?
Tequila specials were like petri dishes for misdemeanors
— The New York Times
Beer Buddies
Fact: I really love beer
Fact: I really love being crunchy-granola organic
Fact: Fat Tire has managed to combine these interests in a really amazing tasting beer.
The Boulder, CO, makes this truly, TRULY amazing beer called Mothership Wit. It’s a wheat beer. It has a picture of a flying saucer on the label. It’s USDA certified. I mean, is there anything else to say? Oh, other than it’s super lame you can’t find it in Boston.
