friendly gin and tonic
Today I wanted to cry.
This is not a monumental thing by any means. My roommate once caught me crying at a burger commercial. Something about a mama burger, a papa burger, and … well you know what, it’s not important but dang that commercial tugged at my sensitive heart strings and wouldn’t let go.
So I cry. I do. My tears are not limited to any boundaries. You know, like how some people say, “Oh I’m not a crier. EXCEPT when it’s about (insert sociably acceptable thing to cry about.) And people around murmur their agreement, “Oh yeah, me too, ONLY that.” Well I cry at burger commercials. And old couples walking hand in hand. And birds who fly into windows. And every single episode of Parenthood. The interesting thing is that a lot of what makes me cry also makes me laugh. (Am I starting to sound like an emotional wreck at this point? HA HA HA?)
But that’s the thing about the human range of emotion. We can be laughing one moment and bawling like Diane Keaton in Something’s Gotta Give the next. (Or like a character in any Nancy Meyers movie for that matter.)
So it comes as no surprise to me that after an unexpected Skype call from three of my girl friends back in Canada, I would want to cry. And laugh.
They asked me what I miss from home, jokingly adding, “besides us!” Honestly? Next to how much I miss those girls, how important are Sour Patch Kids, or Original Cheerios, or dark beer? (And we’re not talking just any dark; IRISH dark.) There’s plenty I miss! But what could you possibly miss more than cherished friends? And there is something oddly comforting about knowing that the one thing you cannot get in a place, is the one thing that cannot be taken away. It doesn’t expire, or get used up, leaving you with a depressing pile of sour powdered sugar at the bottom of the bag. The relationships we build are ours for as long as we appreciate them. And trust me, I appreciate these ladies.
In fact, I mentioned them before. Did you know that? It was a while ago. Back before I received comments or any kind of affirmation through readership. I was just saying stuff and sending it off into a vast void. I guess I still am. But it’s nifty some of you notice.
Looking back at that old post, I got to thinking about the very first post I ever wrote. And you know something funny? It was exactly one year ago today. And the reason this blog came into existence had to do with being in a new place, experiencing countless new things, and not being able to share it with those girls. Not being able to tell my stories. (They are vastly less interesting in broken Spanish, you see.)
So I am here, living my life, loving my friends and telling my stories. I’m a bit of a rebel by food blogging terms. My posts are quite randomly published and rarely in sync with what’s popular at that given moment. But they are sincere, and truly personal.
So what have I got for you this time? A drink recipe inspired by a pub that my friends know well, The Burgundy Lion. I went there once with one of those girls and we ordered a cocktail. If memory serves, it was called Leo. A gin and tonic with cucumber and raspberries; refreshing and delicious. So this is what I do when I’m missing my friends: I cry, I hug my husband, and I make or mix something that reminds me of them.
inspired by The Burgundy Lion
chunk of cucumber (to taste), peeled, seeded and pulsed in a food processor (if you find the cucumber isn’t breaking up nicely, just add a bit of water to loosen it up)
1/4 cup raspberries, muddled
2 shots of your favorite gin (I enjoy Bombay Sapphire)
juice of half a lime
In a glass, combine ice, cucumber, raspberries, gin, and lime juice. Top with tonic water and garnish with cucumber.
At the end of our chat, I sent a message to the girls telling them how much I love them. The reply? “You were the ice cream AND CHERRY on top of our day.” … TEARS. (ha ha ha)