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Watermelon Granita
This morning I’m dreaming of the Outer Banks, fresh watermelons, and the watermelon granita I’d make because we were always overoptimistic about watermelons. (They are pretty irresistible.) Click here if you are impatient and need to jump straight to the recipe (and possibly miss out on my helpful commentary and humor). Every year as arrive in the Outer Banks of North Carolina, we stop at Morris Farm Market in Barco, grab a cart, and buy more fruit than we can comfortably fit around our feet and suitcases in the car. A giant watermelon, three cantaloupes, strawberries, blueberries, blackberries and the family favorite, local peaches, along with a jug of strawberry cider for the…
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Friday on the Rocks – Pomegranate Martinis
Forgive the dust around here, we are knee deep in repairs and lightening speed house painting as we get ready to move back into our house next week. It’s been a bit manic and overwhelming, to say the least. After being gone for four years, opening up all the boxes from the storage unit will either be like Christmas, or a whole lot of “What the heck? Why did we keep this?” Along with the storage unit, a few things had migrated to my parents’ basement, including a box of booze that we weren’t allowed to pack. (And hey, it keeps, right?) In it I found a bottle of vanilla…
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Mango White Sangria
Of the many things you may know about me, one fact that you don’t know is that I tended bar in college. The place where I worked was a combination nightclub/bowling alley/outdoor bar with sand volleyball courts. We wore white tuxedo shirts with bow ties and cumberbunds (even for the ever popular “teen night”. I kid you not. We were classy.) As you might expect at a college bar also frequented by locals, we served a steady mix of beer (college boys) and frou-frou drinks (college girls), and so had what we termed the “funky drink list”, which we worked our way through with the waitresses when stuck on volleyball…
