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.
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Patriotic cocktails seem a little forced to me, as if it is unpatriotic not to have fun on the day. Like New Year's Eve, where having boozy fun is obligatory, which takes most of the fun out of it, in my view. We watched fireworks on the beach and the crowd with us sang "America the Beautiful" (which, by the way, should be our national anthem) after the fireworks was over. Then we all went home. Perfect.
Zoomie: To be honest, I had never even thought of Fourth of July cocktails. I just happened to see one I liked the looks of, and thought I'd imitate. Then I discovered that it's a Thing.
Sounds like you had a nice Fourth!
So over the illegal fireworks. They didn't end here until about 1 am. I live next to a very dry hillside. And poor Natasha hid under the bed for hours. And now I see that idiots have posted videos online of their illegal activities. I am sleep deprived and cranky. Throw them all in jail.
Yeah, Kailyn. Pyromaniacs. Isn't it fun to grow up and become grumpy? But you are correct about safety.
Your poor kitty. Pets take it pretty hard. I heard more dogs run away from home on the Fourth than any other day.
Our older dog had a rough night with all of the explosions. Your image reminds me of the front of Joey's t-shirt.
Holidays and sporting events equal people having fun with alcohol. Throw explosives and firearms into the mix and you have a real merican holiday. Dogs have more sense that people.
Chilebrown: Aw, poor doggie! I think Bartlett was just trying to protect us; she didn't seem to be frightened, thankgod.
So, my art looks like hot dog barf? I was a little worried it looked like intestines. Win-win, lose-lose.
Greg: I thought there were some holidays where you're expected to get drunk, like St. Pat's Day. It just hadn't occurred to me in all my years that the Fourth is a drunk day, too. I heard of a lot of DUI arrests. One involved a person who was drunk walking in the road, and he got hit by a drunk driver.
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