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IPA Cocktails with Aperol and Pomegranate

Whoa.  Say hello to the manliest fizzy pink cocktail of all time.  Actually, I prefer the more unisex “most suited for grown ass adults who like to drink like adults fizzy pink cocktail of all time.”  It’s a mouthful, but it’s accurate: what we have here is sheer sophistication.

There are only three ingredients, and all of them are fragrant and delicately fruity, with a bitter bite.  Naturally, if you throw them all into the sandbox (or a cocktail glass), they play nicely.

I really wasn’t sure this would work, but I nearly cried tears of joy when it did.  There’s a lot of fun to be had with beer as a cocktail ingredient, whether you’re looking for a light maltiness or big, bold flavor, as is the case here with IPA.  Trivia bit: India Pale Ale was created out of necessity–more hops and more alcohol in traditional English pale ales meant they could be shipped to India without spoiling.

(Personal sidenote: There was once a time when the initials IPA immediately made me think of the International Phonetics Alphabet–when I was busy studying linguistics, not drinking.  Times have… changed.)

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Spicy Turkey Sloppy Joes with Cilantro Slaw

So, let’s talk about getting old and all.  I was gonna make a whole list of things I’m too old to do (with the point being that I’m not too old for sloppy joes…  Especially grown-up ones with spice, beer flavor, pretzel rolls and an awesome, flavorful slaw). Then I remembered reading A Thing On The Internet which has already done it for me.  Specifically, it’s a list of 30 things women should stop doing when they turn 30.  I’m cruising right along in the mid-20s, so I might as well check it out and see how I measure up.

1. Buying clothes from the junior section. I guess I have 4+ years to stop, but I’m not sure if I want to.  Ask me again as I approach 40.
2. Forgetting her parents’ birthdays. That’s never been a problem.  I remember things like a legit creep.
3. Making out with her BFFs at bars for attention. Never have I done this. Tacky!
4. Making out with her boyfriend at bars for attention. Ditto, but maybe this could go on my “things to start doing at 80″ list.
5. Filling her bed with stuffed animals (really, even one is too many). I can barely keep my pillows in order.  There are 4.

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Stovetop Smoker Ribs

There are things I miss about being vegetarian.  The moral high ground, the challenge of cooking meat-free versions of favorite foods…  That sort of thing.  Whenever someone tells me they’re vegetarian, I feel a bit of shame in not being able to say “me too!” anymore.  I don’t eat a lot of meat anyhow, especially red meat, but I have to say…  My life is easier these days.  Barbecues are less awkward, and the food lover in me is really into not technically having to say “no” to anything–anything at all.

And then there’s this.  Incredible ribs, without any gigantic backyard smoker pit contraption.  I’m kind of into this, too.

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Beer Margaritas

Amigos, I am super sunburnt to a crisp and I don’t know who’s to blame for it.

Boyfriend got himself fried on a Tahoe trip with a friend visiting from out of town.  Despite their obvious and undying man-love (I refuse to say “bromance”), they were too manly to slather sunscreen on each other.  Therefore, on our own little camping trip to the region a few days later, Drew was too burnt to bear the sun long enough to hang out at the beach with me.  So, I drove us home, where I got my fix by the pool, with only Jack Kerouac’s sublime and ever-fascinating The Subterraneans (I’m on a major Kerouac rereading kick) to keep me company and remind me that I’m white.  Supernatural fluorescent white.

Long story short, I hurt too much at the moment to make myself a beer margarita and it saddens me on the inside.  Somebody hold me…  Just stay away from my left midsection.

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