The ninth anniversary of the World Trade Center attack. It seems both far away and like yesterday. It's going to be one of those events that everybody can tell you exactly where they were, like the Kennedy assassination. So many people alive now were not even born by 1963. Or Neil Armstrong landing on the moon. I woke Andrew up to see it, even though I knew he wouldn't remember it. He was 14 months old.
I worked all day at the computer, starting and finishing the fall issue of the Sweet Adelines newsletter. 19 pages! But I drank a lot of tea and coffee (decaf, I know).
Notice the circle design on that cup.
I wanted to add some soy milk, and I had some buried deep in the fridge. But it has gone bad. I don't think I've ever tasted much worse that sour soy milk. I just took a sip, and I did not take a picture of it.
Lunch: too busy to do much about it, so I grabbed a spoon and the tupperware bowl and finished the tabbouleh.
By mid afternoon, it was time for the chai. Boiled the milk, brewed a heap of tea and chai spices, and added just a little honey. It was too strong!
Still chugging on the newsletter!
Before I knew it, it was time for a real drink!
2 oz. silver tequila
3/4 oz. fresh lime juice
1/2 oz. X-rated
1/4 oz. real Grenadine
1 small-medium (1 1/4 oz. liquid) egg white
Shake really well in a cocktail shaker and drain into a stemmed cocktail glass. Garnish with a maraschino cherry and a few shakes of Peychaud's bitters into the foamy head so it looks interesting. What am I confessing? Murder? Adultery? Loss of virginity? Or just "what happens in Mexico stays in Mexico"?
I marinated the flank steak in bourbon, soy sauce and Worcestershire with sea salt and mixed pepper. Pretty much all day. It was so good!
Ending the day right now with a cup of decaf. Newsletter finished, at least until someone sends me something last minute. And I'm sure they will.