Pimm’s Cup

pimm's cup // sweetsonian

Woo hoo, check out the first Sweetsonian video! That is if you don’t count this one.

My talented colleague and friend, Matty, came over one Saturday, and directed a fun video on how to mix up your very own Pimm’s Cup — which has been my cocktail of choice all summer. Why stop at fall? I’ll probably be drinking them all winter long, too.

In other news, I’m working on building up my Etsy shop again — check out some pretty photos (or cocktail prints here and here).

Pimm’s cup recipe derived from Food52.

 

Cucumber Ginger Fizz

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Right around this time of year, my general blah reaction to that second Sunday in the month of May is usually: Oh joy, another Mother’s Day.

I’ve never written to you about the relationship I had with my mother. It’s sadly, not the happiest of topics, but part of me wants to say that I hope that story is still unfinished, unfit for publishing. The truth is, I find myself more like my mother than I would like to admit.

I care too much about how people perceive me.

I hold grudges.

I am quick to judge.

And, contrary to popular belief, I do get angry.

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Most of me has spent my entire life fighting these tendencies to the point of grinding my teeth, as these tendencies were exposed to me in the worst of ways — and far too early in life. But at the same time, my mother, on several levels, is why I am unbearably stubborn, independent, and eager to feed those around me. Those traits have brought me more pleasure than pain, and for that, I am thankful.

Last week, Shaeda wrote about her grandmother’s hands. Like many of you out there, too, I have my mother’s hands. I am happy to have them.

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That being said, since I’ve moved to the East Coast, I’ve met so. many. wonderful. mothers. Mothers who have opened up their hearts and their homes, mothers who have cooked dinner and allowed me to cook for them, and mothers who don’t even live in D.C. but travel here regularly and enjoy catching up. They have transformed Mother’s Day from a wince and an eye roll, into something that I actually look forward to.

And as one of the daughters who had a more than troublesome time with her mother, I can say that I can definitely spot a good mother when I meet one. Here’s to Nancy, Eva, Susie, Clare, Norma, Mamie, Karol, Amy, and Beth — they’re the ones that come to my mind first. These ladies rock.

Whether your a mother or daughter, father or son, I hope you all have a glorious Mother’s Day.

As for me, well, I will probably be drinking this on Sunday. Lots and lots of this.

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Cucumber Ginger Fizz

Cucumber infused vodka — I’m a fan of the Square brand
Ginger Ale
Fresh limes
Cucumber

In a tall glass, squeeze a wedge of lime, and then muddle with a few slices of cucumber. Then, combine 2-3 oz. vodka with ginger ale (and club soda if you prefer your drinks on the drier side), and stir with ice.

Garnish with a lime, and hand one to your mom on a sunny patio.

Lemon, Thyme & Gin Spritzer

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It’s amazing how much stuff you can acquire when you stay in one place for a couple of years.

Just over a week ago, I packed the last of my belongings into a 17th box. Shaeda and I stacked them into a corner of my room, and spent the next day coordinating a move, and watching my movers play real-life tetris with 17 boxes, three armchairs, two beds, and a collection of bookshelves and end tables.

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Three hours and one shattered mirror later, we had everything blocked into my apartment. Will came over and built all of my furniture (not kidding – all of it), and when after we turned in the U-Haul truck, I found him sleeping in an armchair, surrounded by boxes and allen wrenches. He was extraordinarily tired, because he was blasting country music in his phone… still sleeping.

Unless he does that on the reg. Well, no judgment.

The week before a move is spent packing, and my packing craze went hand-in-hand with a purging craze. I tossed, I donated, I sold things that I never thought I’d part with. But the thing is, I never ever – ever – thought that I could acquire that much stuff.

And, as I started going through the kitchen, the living room, and the closets, I realized how much of the things in that group house were actually mine. And, for the first time in my life, those things have a home of their own. Those things are no longer shared with the comings and goings of your average DC group house.

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For the first time in a very long time, I have my own space.  And it’s… glorious.

Tonight, I came home from work and removed the horrible (and noisy) blinds from my windows, and replaced them with curtains. I haven’t had curtains since I lived in my parents’ house.

At the moment, I’m drinking this gin cocktail on the couch. The windows are open, and the night is still. I like it. I think I’ll stay a while.

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Lemon, Thyme & Gin Spritzer

Dry Gin
Juice from 1 lemon
Juice from 1 lime
Club soda
Fresh sprigs of thyme

 

In a chilled glass, muddle a few sprigs of thyme with a few squeezes of lime and lemon slices. Then, stir in about 2 oz. of gin (depending on how stiff you like your drinks) and club soda to taste. Add sugar (or syrup) if you prefer drinks on the sweeter side. I enjoy this one without, though.

Stir in a sprig of thyme, and serve with lots of ice.