There are days when there are no words. When work is provocative of such a scary ambivalence that I truly wonder if I wouldn't rather be painting faces and walking dogs again for a living. When I come home to find a gorgeous coffee table book shredded by the beast. When there's no rat in the trap. At times like these, I like to make the Pomegranate Mudpot, my husband's invented drink. He's shivering away in the Midwest right now, but this drink will cool me right down and give me the strength to sweep up the mess, re-set the trap with better bait and go to my latest drug of choice, the Noro Kureyon crack.
2oz vodka
juice of 2 limes
1 oz ginger syrup (you could grate ginger and infuse into a simple sugar syrup if you're lacking)
2oz Pomegranate juice.
Shake over ice. Strain into a chilled glass. Makes 2 generous martinis.
Viva evenings at home!
4 comments:
I hate to kill things. But rats are an exception.
Peanut butter worked like a charm for some spring traps I had to set once-- much better than cheese, which I thought was the perfect trap food.
Guess I watched too many Tom N Jerry cartoons as a kid.
I love that "this is my life" picture. I may have to steal that idea.
Great idea, start the "this if my life" postings. Love the color on that martini, but it clashes with the Noro, heh. Rats are smart unlike mice. I think they like dried shrimp, too.
Those martinis sound marvelous :)
Or ... you could call in a professional. I'm too squeamish to deal with scary beasts in person. What a wimp I am.
LOVE the pic - a perfect still life. Hope the little monster is vanquished ASAP!!
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