I made Fritz laugh–nay, guffaw–when I soberly informed him that I drank an awful lot of whiskey sours while he was gone. Two weeks is a long time, and a girl may need to celebrate her graduation, or her cat’s birthday, or Monday turning into Tuesday, or…you know. Celebrating all the good stuff to keep minimized the fact that your husband has been away for three out of the four weeks that constitute June.
Not my usual drink of choice at parties (ew, sour mix), but super easy to make from scratch–and surprisingly delicious to sip when lonely on the eastern front.
All you need is whiskey (duh), lemons, ice, and a sweetener of your choice. I used honey once (delicious but kind of difficult to mix into the cold liquids), agave syrup (equally as delicious, easier to mix), and simple syrup (had to make, so more difficult, but tasted lovely).
The winner in my book was agave–I used the light (in color and taste, not calories) kind.
Whiskey Sours (two small drinks–or one substantial cocktail)
- 2 oz whiskey
- juice of one lemon (about 1/4 C)
- 2 t agave syrup or honey (or an ounce simple syrup–this will water the whiskey down a bit more)
- sign my name with “DPT” at the end (Doctor of Physical Therapy) and not “SPT” (Student of Physical Therapy);
- mentally calculate how much more money I’m making every hour that I’m there; and
- mentally recalculate how much money…
You get it. It’s exciting to get paid–especially with our trip to South Africa rapidly approaching and our monetary funds rapidly diminishing. It will be sad to leave this nosey beast with my parents for three weeks, though:
Speaking of Henry, he was so excited to see Fritz again after two weeks. When he heard and saw Fritz come into our bedroom, he meowed at approximately 3,983 dB and did a backflip off the bed to see him. It was the fastest I’ve seen him move since Fritz left, and firmly cemented in my mind that though I may be the one he listens to in this family, I am certainly not the one he would chose to live with if we were to ever get divorced.