A Sharknado of Emotions

A Sharknado of Emotions

This was supposed to be a happy, excited post. Because I did it! Remember a couple of posts ago, when I said I needed to get a job that was in walking distance of my house and would let me wear whatever I want? I TOTALLY FOUND ONE! I put it out into the Universe, and it appeared before me, in the form of a book-keeping position at a bowling alley/bar/coffee shop just up the road. It’s like The Secret, which I know all about, because we studied it in my business class at massage school, because that’s what massage school is like.

So, I’ve been working there for the past three days, and I’m really enjoying it, although I haven’t broken out the crazy outfits yet; I figure I’ll lull them into a false sense of security before I really let my weirdo flag fly. Unfortunately, at the end of my first day of work, I got a text from Zeb that his grandmother is in the hospital. She’s going to be fine, and they’re releasing her later today. But I wasn’t able to be there at all, because I couldn’t get to and from (because of the whole no-car thing), and I needed to come back to go to work each morning.

A little backstory, before I go into all the feels: Zeb and I were living in Portland until about a year ago, when we moved about 70 miles away, to the small town he grew up in. We moved here to take care of his grandmother, because his brother was moving out of her house in order to move in with his girlfriend and their baby (they’ve since all three moved back in, but that’s a story for anther day). Someone needed to be here, and we jumped on the opportunity to live rent-free and help out family at the same time. She’s mostly not really sick, just old. Really, we’re just here in case something happens.

And a few days ago, something happened. I won’t go into all the details, but she went to the hospital, and has been there ever since. Zeb has been there with her pretty much the whole time. He came home yesterday to take a nap, and then went right back out. I’m really glad he’s in a position to do so – he’s a freelance handy man, so he’s able to make his own schedule. But it’s so stressful to just be here at home, when I feel like I should be there with them. It’s so hard to know your partner is at the hospital, worrying and stressing, and you’re just sitting at home, watching Frasier on Netflix, because it’s comforting and familiar.

Here’s a picture of my cat, Han Smeowlo, to cheer you up after my sort of downer post.

But I just talked to him, and they’re coming home today! And she’s doing much better! So, hurray! It seems as though life will be back to normal soon, or at least by my standards. To recap: it’s been a roller coaster of emotions over here. No, not a roller coaster; that’s too cliche. It’s been a Tilt-a-Whirl of emotions. I’m excited about a new job. Annoyed that my new job is keeping me from being with family in need. Worried about Zeb’s gram. Worried about Zeb. Excited that they’ll be home tonight. Relieved that she’s doing better. And now I’m going to go bake something for when they get home.

Plants > Cars

Plants > Cars

Since my car died, and I haven’t been able to get a new one, I’ve been cheering myself up by buying plants. Plants are better than cars.

This is my new wax plant! His name is Waximilian.

Waximilian. Don’t worry; it’s spelled right. I looked up how to spell Maximilian, and then fixed it with a w.

This is the ivy plan Zeb accidentally pulled up while purposely pulling up plants on a landscaping job. Her name is Britney Spears. I wish I’d taken a before and after – when she arrived, she looked pretty rough, like Britney’s K-Fed shaved-head days, but I cleaned her up, did some pruning, recorded some new music, got her some acting gigs, and she’s looking a lot better these days.

There are a gazillion different ways to spell Britney.

And this is our new rabbit’s foot fern, Franny. I get why they call it a rabbit’s foot fern, but I wish it were called a tarantula fern. They really look more like cute little tarantula legs!

Look at those freaky fuzzy legs! I love them so much!

If you’ve used plants to cheer yourself up, post pictures of them in the comments! I’d love to know I’m not alone in this.

The Internet is Full of Lies

I had the strangest request yesterday – something truly bizarre!

I do a bit of freelance writing, and my favorite thing is writing bio blurbs for people.  I just love to help people get their words out there, and few people can handle writing about themselves.  These personal stories are super fun to write, and I am really good at them.  One time I wrote a bio for a grandmother who was starting a quilting business and also rides a Harley.  The other day I got to write one for an amazing Hollywood composer who is smashing gender and racial stereotypes.  It’s awesome!  Then, yesterday, I got something completely different.  

This woman messaged me on Fiverr, a freelancing site I use a lot, and asked for a bio for her Etsy store, which she runs with her mom.  This sounded right up my alley, so I responded immediately, asking for info about her, her mother, and their relationship.  To which she said, “Well, can’t you just write that?”  

“Well, yes,” I replied, “I’ll write the bio.  The info you send me doesn’t need to be in paragraph form or anything; bullet points are fine.  You give me the info, and I’ll write it up and make it cohesive and polished.  Any info about your childhood, how you and your mom interact; things like that will be helpful.”

“No, I mean, can’t you just use your creativity?  I don’t know what to say.  Just make it up.”

That’s right, folks.  This lady wasn’t asking for a bio blurb.  She was asking for a 500-word flash fiction piece.  For her Etsy store.  Isn’t the whole point of Etsy that you really get to know the seller?  That they’re a real person you can trust, and not a faceless corporation?  But, you know, a job’s a job.  So I wrote it.  Here’s my first draft (names changed to protect my client’s privacy, which is clearly important to her).  What do you think?

Alison Claire McCartney was born one fateful April evening in 1425, deep in the moors of Scotland, the illegitimate daughter of Abraham Lincoln McCartney and Hildie Smith.  Her life only got more interesting from there.  At the age of three, Alison summoned her first dragon.  The dragon’s name was Princess Snowball, and she was the scullery maid at the dragon castle.  This came in handy, as Hildie hated doing dishes.  Alison had saved Hildie from a life of drudgery, and a special bond formed between the child and her mother.

A few years later, as Alison was playing on the moor, she was shocked to see a large oblong device floating above her.  It being 1452, Alison had never seen a zeppelin before.  She ran back to her cottage, and told Hildie and Princess Snowball all about it.  Princess Snowball raced into the sky, and spat flames at the zeppelin, instantly killing the only scientist to have ever discovered time travel, only moments after he had traveled there from 1936.  Alas, the flames also destroyed his notes, and we shall never learn just how he did it. 

Alison became fascinated with machinery, and attended engineering school in Glasgow, dressing as a man in order to attain her doctorate.  While there, she fell in with the alchemists, and became determined to discover the key to immortality, reasoning that this was the only way she would live to see all the machinery that will ever be made. 

She searched far and wide for the formula to live forever, eventually making her way to the deepest reaches of Africa.  There, one fateful morning in 1490, in the middle of a swamp, she discovered a rare plant that conferred upon her eternal life.  She traveled back to Scotland and shared the plant with her mother and her cousin Bonnie.

These days, Alison and Hildie run an Etsy shop, where they sell handmade steampunk jewelry and hats.  This is that shop.  Bonnie had an allergic reaction to the plant, and only lived to be 204.

Can I Go Live in a Cave?

Can I Go Live in a Cave?

It’s been a rough week.  My car broke down.  I didn’t even have it for very long, but it was integral to my plot to take over the world.  See, I’ve been earning limited funds lately, acting as an in-home caretaker for an elderly family member.  And my partner, Zeb, and I really want to buy a house at some nebulous point in the as-near-as-possible future, so we can have a herd of pygmy goats.

Step one: I got this old car up and running, so I could get another job.  It was a free car, from a friend of Zeb’s who had it sitting in his driveway for like three years, so I knew it had a limited life span, but last month, I got it running and registered (which was a whoooooooole other nightmare).

And then I got this job, handing out samples at Winco.  It was mostly terrible, but also a little bit fun, but they made me wear a black polo shirt and a black baseball cap, so I had some really mixed feelings about it.  But it was definitely nice to have that paycheck.

And I have this other job that I do every couple weeks, where I go to events and sell pizza with a mobile pizza company called Krakalen, and I really like that job a lot, even though I’m supposed to wear a black baseball cap there too (although I hardly ever do).  Krakalen has been giving me more work, which was nice, because I could drive there, and not have to bum rides from Zeb, or borrow his big-ass truck, which comes complete with ladder racks.

So, because I had a car, I had income coming in, and my savings account was booming, and our goals were starting to look possible.  I was setting aside a little bit of money each week toward a new car, but since it had only been a month, I had a grand total of $100.  And then Elphaba broke down.

Elphaba was the name of the car.  She was named after the witch from Wicked.  My thought process was as follows: She’s a Gallant, so I should name her Glinda.  But she’s not very Glinda-like; she’s sort of grumpy and unpredictable.  More like Elphaba.  But she isn’t green.  Well, that’s just racist.  I don’t want to be the kind of person who names a car because of the color of its paint.”  So I named her Elphaba, and if your car isn’t named Elphaba, you’re racist, unless your car is green. 

So I applied for a loan through my credit union, but, as I mentioned earlier, my income sucks.  Even with the new job, and the extra hours at Krakalen, I don’t look good on paper.  So I never heard back, which means I didn’t get it.  Why can’t they just tell you that?  If you’re approved, they call or email you within a day.  If you’re denied, they send you a letter in the mail, while you watch your email like a hawk, and as the hours go by, the dawning realization sinks in that you’re the worst, and no one trusts you, and you might as well just go fall down a well.  Much better to get that immediately, and move on.

The way I figure, my options now are to go to one of those scammy Everyone’s Approved!!!! places and pay a lot more money in interest and be broke, or quit my job so I don’t need a car anymore and be broke.  So I quit my job at Winco, and I’ll go back to bumming rides to Krakelen when I can, and start looking for a job within walking distance of my house, preferably one that will let me dress like this:

 

My preferred work uniform

That’s unrealistic.  Maybe I should stick to writing.

A New Hope or Whatever

A New Hope or Whatever

 

I’m thinking about taking this blog in a new direction. It’ll still have the old direction; I’ll still do my cocktail recipes when the fancy takes me. But I recently read -nay, devoured- the books of one Jenny Lawson, aka The Bloggess, and I was like, “Wait. She has a blog where she just talks about her life, instead of setting herself up as an expert in some random topic?” I want to do that.

Because I really liking blogging. But I always run short on things to write about. Even cocktail recipes – I always stop mixing drinks when the weather gets chilly. And I can’t force it. But my life never quite stops being ridiculous.

For instance, just yesterday, I took my dog, Chalupa for a hike in the woods by my house, as I often do. There’s this bit where you sort of come out of the woods, and there’s a field in one side, but still trees on the other. We were walking through this area, and Chalupa just disappears. One moment, she’s behind me, and the next, nothing. So I figure she’s just gotten a bit behind, and I call her, and snap my fingers, which she’s usually really responsive to. Nothing.

So, now I’m freaking out. Calling her name, and snapping like a madwoman. And suddenly I remember the beginning of every Supernatural episode ever, where some random human is doing some commonplace activity, and something a little weird happens, and because the human doesn’t hightail it out of there IMMEDIATELY, they wind up eviscerated, and covered in weird bloody symbols.

And I’m thinking, “Should I run? I can’t just leave Chalupa here! But I don’t have any salt on me! Who the hell goes hiking without loading up their pockets with salt and holy water first! I’m such an idiot!”

And then I thought, “Oh! Holy water! This trail is covered in puddles!” So I start imbuing the nearest puddle with Reiki blessings (I’m a Reiki Master) as fast as I can, and I’m just getting to the second symbol, when Chalupa trots out of the woods like nothing’s happened, and gives me the, “What the hell is this crazy human doing now?” look. So I brought her home, and sprinkled her with salt, just in case she’d been turned into a hellhound while she was away.

She’s fine, but you see what I mean, right? I could definitely do a blog about me, my craziness, my weird adventures, and my neuroses. So, I’m gonna give it a go.

The probable hellhound

Just so we’re clear, though, even though I’m still calling the blog The Whimsical Boozer, because that’s what the URL is, and it’s already established, there probably won’t be any drunken shenanigans. I’m just not a drunken shenanigans person at this point in my life. We may drag some stuff out of the vault of my 20s, but only if I can convince my parents to stop reading it.

The Fallen Apple

The Fallen Apple

It’s now Officially autumn – not just weather-wise, but calendar-wise.  Hurray!  I love fall, except that it means the looming presence of winter around the corner.  Booooooooo!  Winter can suck it.  But let’s not dwell on the unfortunate future.  For now, we’ll drink warm, spicy apple-cider-based goodness, and watch the leaves come down.  Mmmmm, denial is delicious……

 

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For the Fallen Apple, I used a locally distilled Alpine Liqueur, by Townsend’s Distillery in Portland, OR.  You can find it here – it’s awesome, and I highly recommend using it!  But you can also use whiskey, and it will still be delicious.  Just not as delicious.  I also used St Elizabeth Allspice Dram, apple cider, and a rim of real maple syrup, allspice, and cinnamon.  The allspice is what makes The Fallen Apple really special.  

Start with the rim.  Place a dollop of maple syrup on a small plate or saucer.  Next, in a separate spot on the same plate, mix 1/4 teaspoon allspice with 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon.  Dredge the rim of an Irish coffee mug through the syrup, and then through the spices.  Some of the syrup may drip down the glass.  That just adds to the charm of an autumn drink, in my opinion!

 

Next, add 1 oz each of the alpine liqueur (or whiskey) and allspice dram to the glass.  Fill it up with apple cider.  I tried this with both hot and cold cider, and I must say that the hot cider was much better, but the cold cider had a nice crispness as well.  So, it’s up to you which you’d like to use.  Give it a little stir, and enjoy!

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Serving Size
334g
Servings
1
Amount Per Serving
Calories 363
Calories from Fat 24
% Daily Value *
Total Fat 3g
4%
Saturated Fat 1g
4%
Trans Fat 0g
Polyunsaturated Fat 1g
Monounsaturated Fat 0g
Cholesterol 0mg
0%
Sodium 35mg
1%
Total Carbohydrates 75g
25%
Dietary Fiber 7g
30%
Sugars 48g
Protein 2g
Vitamin A
3%
Vitamin C
23%
Calcium
25%
Iron
16%
* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet. Your Daily Values may be higher or lower depending on your calorie needs.
Ingredients
  1. Maple Syrup
  2. 1/4 t allspice
  3. 1/2 t cinnamon
  4. 1 oz Alpine Liqueur or Whiskey
  5. 1 oz Allspice Dram
  6. Apple Cider to fill
Instructions
  1. On a small plate or saucer, place a dollop of maple syrup. Elsewhere on the plate, mix the spices together.
  2. Dredge the rim of an Irish coffee mug through the syrup, and then the spices.
  3. Add the liqueurs to the mug.
  4. Fill with apple cider, warm or cold.
  5. Stir.
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The Curiously Classy Carrot

It's an old favorite that I used to make at a bar in St Louis I managed, and one friend liked it so much, she asked me to make a pitcher of them for her bridal shower!  Honestly, this is one of my best recipes.  It is called The Curiously Classy Carrot, and it is classy, curious, and carroty!   It uses Galliano, which is one of my all-time favorite liqueurs.  It's so herby and fantastic, and the bright yellow of it is as vibrant as a sunny day!  Carrot juice tempers the herbiness of the Galliano nicely, and the vanilla vodka provides a fantastic base.

It's an old favorite that I used to make at a bar in St Louis I managed, and one friend liked it so much, she asked me to make a pitcher of them for her bridal shower!  Honestly, this is one of my best recipes.  It is called The Curiously Classy Carrot, and it is classy, curious, and carroty!   It uses Galliano, which is one of my all-time favorite liqueurs.  It's so herby and fantastic, and the bright yellow of it is as vibrant as a sunny day!  Carrot juice tempers the herbiness of the Galliano nicely, and the vanilla vodka provides a fantastic base.

Okay, so I’m late with this post.  I’ve been working on a pear-based cocktail, and it’s just not working out.  So, I’m going to post this one instead.  It’s an old favorite that I used to make at a bar in St Louis I managed, and one friend liked it so much, she asked me to make a pitcher of them for her bridal shower!  Honestly, this is one of my best recipes.  It is called The Curiously Classy Carrot, and it is classy, curious, and carroty!  

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It uses Galliano, which is one of my all-time favorite liqueurs.  It’s so herby and fantastic, and the bright yellow of it is as vibrant as a sunny day!  Carrot juice tempers the herbiness of the Galliano nicely, and the vanilla vodka provides a fantastic base.  

 

Start by filling a shaker or pint glass with ice.  Next, juice a single large carrot, or two smaller ones.  If you don’t have a juicer, you can get the juice here.  Add the juice to the ice, and then add  2 oz vanilla vodka and 1 oz Galliano.  Shake or stir (this is one of the few instances where I actually do recommend shaking), and then strain into a cocktail glass.    

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The Curiously Classy Carrot
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Serving Size
180g
Servings
1
Amount Per Serving
Calories 257
Calories from Fat 3
% Daily Value *
Total Fat 0g
0%
Saturated Fat 0g
0%
Trans Fat 0g
Polyunsaturated Fat 0g
Monounsaturated Fat 0g
Cholesterol 0mg
0%
Sodium 68mg
3%
Total Carbohydrates 18g
6%
Dietary Fiber 3g
11%
Sugars 14g
Protein 1g
Vitamin A
316%
Vitamin C
9%
Calcium
3%
Iron
2%
* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet. Your Daily Values may be higher or lower depending on your calorie needs.
Ingredients
  1. 1-2 carrots (or about 3 oz carrot juice)
  2. 2 oz vanilla vodka
  3. 1 oz Galliano
  4. 1 slice of carrot or 1 whole baby carrot
Instructions
  1. In a shaker full of ice, juice the carrots, or add the carrot juice.
  2. Add the vodka and Galliano.
  3. Shake or stir (I shook).
  4. Strain into a cocktail glass.
  5. Garnish with a slice of carrot or a baby carrot
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The Bitter Cranberry

The Bitter Cranberry - A delightful fall drink from The Whimsical Boozer

As we get that crisp in the air, my mind turns from summer drinks to fall.  And what’s more fall than cranberries?  Pumpkin.  Pumpkin is more fall than cranberry.  So, I’ll do some pumpkin drinks eventually.  Today, though, is all about that cran.  Cranberry juice is traditionally mixed with vodka, but I like to do things a little bit differently.  I love to add a little spice to my tart, so The Bitter Cranberry is made with spiced rum.  And then, to get that bitterness, I add some Campari to the mix.  

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This is a really easy one to make.  Fill a shaker or pint glass with ice.  Add 2 oz spiced rum, 1/2 an oz Campari, and 4 oz of cranberry juice.  Shake or stir – I’m a stirrer myself, but I don’t judge.  Then strain it into a cocktail glass.  I didn’t garnish mine, but if you wanted to, I think a lime wedge would be nice, especially if you gave it a little squeeze into the glass first.  

 

The Bitter Cranberry
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Serving Size
170g
Servings
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Amount Per Serving
Calories 183
Calories from Fat 1
% Daily Value *
Total Fat 0g
0%
Saturated Fat 0g
0%
Trans Fat 0g
Polyunsaturated Fat 0g
Monounsaturated Fat 0g
Cholesterol 0mg
0%
Sodium 3mg
0%
Total Carbohydrates 14g
5%
Dietary Fiber 0g
0%
Sugars 14g
Protein 0g
Vitamin A
1%
Vitamin C
18%
Calcium
1%
Iron
2%
* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet. Your Daily Values may be higher or lower depending on your calorie needs.
Ingredients
  1. 2 oz spiced rum
  2. 1/2 oz Campari
  3. 4 oz cranberry juice
Instructions
  1. Fill a shaker or pint glass with ice.
  2. Add all the ingredients.
  3. Shake or stir.
  4. Strain into a cocktail glass.
  5. If desired, garnish with a lime wedge.
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Lumberjack Margarita

Lumberjack Margarita

Generally speaking, I’m against margaritas being served on the rocks.  I am a frozen margarita advocate, staunchly – even passionately.  And yet, here I am posting an on-the-rocks margarita.  This isn’t just any margarita, though.  In fact, this probably shouldn’t even be called a margarita.  I just thought that Lumberjack Margarita had such a fantastic ring to it.  I’m gonna say it again, not just for the Search Engine Optimization, but because I’m just so damn proud of it.  The Lumberjack Margarita.

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So, typically, a margarita is made with tequila.  That’s kind of a defining characteristic.  Not this one.  It’s gin, gin, and nothing but gin.  Gives it that foresty feel.  And to reinforce that northern wasteland vibe, I’ve sweetened the Lumberjack Margarita with maple syrup, instead of simple syrup.  This has two advantages.  One, it tastes awesome, and gives this drink a really unique depth.  Two, and this one is key, you don’t have to make the maple syrup yourself.  It’s already made.  BOOM.  Sorry, I meant, TIMMMMMBERRRRRRRRR.  Make sure you’re using real maple syrup, and not artificially maple-flavored high fructose crap.  The fake stuff just won’t give you the proper flavor.  

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To make the Lumberjack Margarita, start by putting your ice in a glass.  Next, add 3 ounces of gin.  Add 1/2 oz of real maple syrup.  Juice two limes, and add the juice to the gin.  Then, add as much ice as you’d like, and fill the glass up with soda water.  I know, margaritas don’t usually have soda water either.  Really, the only reason I’m getting away with calling this a margarita is the lime juice.  And the fact that it’s my blog, and I do what I want!

 

 

Boozy Blueberry Muffin Smoothie

Boozy Blueberry Muffin Smoothie

I adore summer!  It’s my second-favorite season, but the thing I love most about it is the abundance of seasonal fruits and veggies.  Right now I have a gazillion blueberries!  I froze a bunch of them, in the theory that they might last longer, but that isn’t happening, because I keep baking muffins and making smoothies.  And here is a smoothie that tastes like a blueberry muffin, and has vodka in it!  Wheeeeee!

The best way to make a smoothie, in my not-so-humble opinion, is always from frozen fruit.  If you use fresh fruit, you have to add ice, which waters it down.  Plus, unless you have a super-blender, ice just doesn’t give you the right texture.  Someday I’ll have a Vita-Mix, and all my dreams will come true, but until that magical day arrives, I will maintain that smoothies must be made with frozen fruit!

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So, to make this, I pulled some blueberries out of the freezer.  First, I put 1 1/2 oz of vanilla vodka in my blender.  Actually, I wished I had vanilla vodka to put in my blender.  What I actually did was put in just shy of 1 1/2 oz of plain vodka, and a teaspoon of vanilla extract.  It counts.  Use vanilla vodka if you have it, but if you need to cheat, people will still read your cocktail blog.  Right?  Right??  

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Next, I added half an ounce of triple sec.  Then, 1 cup of plump, glorious blueberries.  I topped it all off with half a cup of almond milk.  You can use whatever kind of milk you want.  I like almond milk.  Then, I blended it until it was smooth, poured it into a rocks glass, and sprinkled a few more berries over the top.  This serves as both a garnish, and a few pleasant little berry-bombs as you drink it.  Enjoy!

Boozy Blueberry Muffin Smoothie
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Serving Size
333g
Yields
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Amount Per Serving
Calories 236
Calories from Fat 9
% Daily Value *
Total Fat 2g
4%
Saturated Fat 0g
0%
Trans Fat 0g
Polyunsaturated Fat 0g
Monounsaturated Fat 0g
Cholesterol 0mg
0%
Sodium 3mg
0%
Total Carbohydrates 24g
8%
Dietary Fiber 4g
18%
Sugars 18g
Protein 1g
Vitamin A
1%
Vitamin C
6%
Calcium
24%
Iron
3%
* Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet. Your Daily Values may be higher or lower depending on your calorie needs.
Ingredients
  1. 1 1/2 oz vanilla vodka
  2. 1/2 oz triple sec
  3. 1 c frozen blueberries
  4. 1/2 c almond milk
Instructions
  1. Measure out the booze, and place it in a blender pitcher.
  2. Add the berries and milk.
  3. Blend.
  4. Serve with a few more berries sprinkled on top.
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