I’m soooo not a daiquiri girl. I don’t like all that sweet shit. However, Diplomatico recently sent me a bottle of their rum and this cocktail pretty glass. So, to begin with I loved the bottle. I can’t help it; the prettiness drew me in. AND this rum is delicious.
I don’t like this whole being-a-mom-of-an-almost-grown-ass-person-thing.
As I’m writing this post I’m reminded of the Prince song “Raspberry Beret“. Remember that?? Oh…how I love the ’80’s. These were made with love with Country Crock butter… and my sister’s eggs. Yes, my sister has chickens. She’s an outdoorsy, animal loving girl.
Ok. I know it looks and sounds really psychotic. But I can explain. And please don’t judge the photos. Because stuffed pretzels can be a real pain in the ass when they don’t cooperate during their photo shoots. So, I’ve become kinda obsessed with stuffing the shit out of pretzel dough lately.
I know what you’re gonna say. You put black eyed peas and pomegranate in your queso?? Shea, are you just trying to be crazy off the charts creative? No. I have ideas about food that literally pop up in my head daily. Hourly. I have no control over this – …