I’m always a happy camper when the weather cooperates long enough for my parents to bring out the non-breakable barware for a cocktail on the patio.
I’d like to note that this is my first Pimm’s Cup of the season.
The 3rd week of July should never be the first Pimm’s Cup of the season.
Likewise, I need assurance that a spiked Arnie Palmer will always be a regular occurrence during the summer from here on out.
I made a pit stop at Binny’s over the weekend and found this handle of sweet tea vodka for a very reasonable $16.99 (which brought it to about $4,000 after Illinois liquor taxes). At that price, I should probably always have some on hand since you never know when a guest will show up and need a summery cocktail.
Lest you think that my entire summer is revolving around booze (that’s only 60% true), I’m also currently obsessing over what the heck is in this:
Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the world’s most disgusting looking dip (and thanks to Molly for introducing this new addiction into my life).
And yet, it is one of the most delicious dips that I have ever tasted: chicken salsa.
It comes from the prepared foods case at a local supermarket (Treasure Island, for the Chicagoans out there) and the ingredients are listed nowhere on the packaging.
For the life of me, I can’t pinpoint what exactly is in it. I’m thisclose to calling them, saying that I have a food allergy and that I need to know exactly what is in it.
Think they’ll go for it?
Probably not. And besides, maybe that’s bad karma.
But believe you me, I am going to figure it out. The process will likely afford me an extra 20 pounds on my hips, but it’s worth it in the name of research, right?
There is one other scene from the last week, but that involves my bloody foot (the result of an unfortunate spill on an uneven city sidewalk) but I’ll spare you a photo.
Let’s just think about chicken salsa for another minute.