a week or so ago i poured some juice into our popsicle mold. i then forgot to add the sticks and ended up with 10 rather large peach lemonade ice cubes. on sunday afternoon the boys were involved in an epic toy pick-up drama, lenna was chasing us around with a fever and teething gums, and the heat seemed to penetrate our walls making me fear our a/c would give up. and it was our anniversary. so the peach lemonade ice cubes became peach lemonade slushies. with a hit of celebratory vodka.
i’m also drinking my fair share of cold brewed coffee. here is my recipe of choice, and their suggestion of sweetened condensed milk and a bit of cardamom has won my no-sugar-in-my-coffee heart over.
tonight i found myself in that awkward in-between time. omar was out at a meeting. lenna was in bed. the boys were beyond tired but it wasn’t quite late enough for me to put them to bed. so i did what i had to do. i plopped them on the sofa and let them watch a movie while i opened the refrigerator door so it would block them from seeing me open the freezer door and grab the last of the ice cream. i then holed up on my bed and lazily read for a bit sort of forgetting about the ice cream thus leading me to have to drink the melted remains. and there you have summer drink #3.