Despite its religious origin and commercial value, Valentine’s Day is not a recognized public holiday. This means most of us will still be plucking ourselves out of bed and heading to work on Thursday, February 14th. Some will clock out and rush to the convenient store in hopes they will grab what is left of the flowers and chocolates - or even run to a fine-dining reservation you made weeks ago, hoping it goes quickly. After all, work resumes in the morning.
Going into the 2019 Big Game (Don’t sue us NFL- we said “Big Game”) I have about 53 questions. For the sake of time (and effort,) I will narrow them down to just five.
My impression of a rum drinker, until recently, had been somewhere between a swashbuckling pirate and Jimmy Buffet barefoot and singing to a crowd of people wearing parrots on their heads. On the handful of occasions that I dabbled in rum of any kind, it was mixed into some classic, fruity cocktail near the beach. But, over the last year or so, it was as if the spirit (as in rum) was sending me signals to try more of it.
We all know Florida winters aren’t too much of a departure from Florida summers. Any given day December through March can easily be 85 and sunny. That being said, there are days when the temperature takes a tumble. This is actual footage of Floridians on the 40-degree day:
So, you bought a bottle of Irish cream a few months back as a little treat to add to your coffee, and now it sits idly in your home bar. You might be wondering; does it need to be refrigerated? Does it expire? What do I do with it now?
Love it or hate it, the season of eggnog is upon us. Just about anyone who has ever tasted the velvety custard cocktail has an opinion that borders on either fanatical fondness or absolute disgust. To me, it’s a mouthful and the mouthfeel of Christmas in a glass. To others, not so much.
What rhymes with holiday parties, happiness and zero regrets? Holiday desserts.
‘Twas the night before guests arrived, when all through the house, not a creature was silent, not even the spouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney in a hurry, in hope that they could pull it together with haste, not fury.
What do you call a spiked pumpkin pie? We call it, amazing.