I was going to post a photo of a Fourth of July cocktail today, but I didn't get around to making one.
I even had the ingredients on hand, including blue sugar to rim the glass with. Cherries, to muddle. Ice is white, right? But, nah.
Didn't feel the love. Didn't even want a hot dog. It is beginning to look more and more as if Americans are turning the Fourth of July into el Cinco de Mayo. El Cuatro de Julio. Booze, baby, booze. And then light things on fire.
If you google Fourth of July cocktails, you'll get lists and lists of red, white and blue hooch, but nothing seems festive, patriotic. I mean, sure, why is a hot dog patriotic? So have at it, ya alkies.
I will say that I saw scads of red, white and blue desserts, mainly on TasteSpotting (and bravo, TS, for a clearly concerted effort, and very successful). Almost everything looked wonderful, and I don't even like dessert. Nice work, all you food blogger/chefs!
To make everything worse, fireworks are going off outside. The county fair is only a mile or so away, and it is pyrotechnics plus over there. And some of our neighbors are igniting loud, explosive things (and isn't this wildfire season, not allowed?) so our doggie is freaking out. She weathered her first three Independence Days, but this year she has caught the universal dog disease of Hatefireworksitis. We closed the windows (thank goodness it has cooled off considerably; it was in the 100s all day) and she is calmed down.
Anyway, there you have it. I promise more fun next time.