how about drinking?
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NM - love your Mom Shopping story. And my goodness, that drink of the day looks like a killer. As many different alcohols as a Long Island Iced Tea. (vodka, rum, gin, tequila, triple sec)
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A little St. Parick's Day humor
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Husband and I made enough corned beef boiled dinner to go the week.
Daughter's corned beef boiled dinner.
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Kim, you have infinite patience—laughter was not the emotion I would have stifled, but rather stuff that would fill an entire "swear jar." When I took my mom (85) shopping for what neither of us knew would be the last time, it was at Lord & Taylor (RIP) at Boca Town Center. She made a beeline for the petites department and delighted in trying on the most fashionable stuff: shorts outfits, "scuba" jackets, tunic & pant sets. Having made it down from a size 14 to a 6 (the result of listening to her doctor's advice to "stop eating junk"), she was quite the clotheshorse (though at 4'11" more like a clothes"pony"). When she saw the price of the jacket ($150 back in 2006), she balked and refused to let me buy it for her. She declared she wanted to get one of the cute suede ones at Costco for $30, but they had nothing smaller than an M (ironically, back in Chicago the S & XS were the only ones left when I was looking for myself—I was an XL back then).
A year later, I took my MIL shopping, this time at the Lord & Taylor in Garden City, L.I. while my FIL was in North Shore Hospital for heart imaging. She had not bought clothes or shoes for herself in over a decade (my in-laws were breathtakingly frugal despite being rather wealthy) and shyly asked if I could buy her corduroy pants, a sweater and a pair of nice loafers to replace her cracked old black oxfords. (She was chagrined to find she was still a size 14). The salesclerk marveled at how delightedly she walked around in the loafers and posed in front of the mirror, and asked me how old she was—she gasped when I told her 95. Alas, two weeks later (after we returned to Chicago) unbeknownst to us she took a "vacation" from her anticoagulant & blood pressure meds to "celebrate" my FIL's getting a clean bill of heart health; while eating ice cream with her next-door neighbors she collapsed from a massive stroke. She hung on for several months till just shy of her 96th birthday, when she told my FIL she was ready to go.
We went to Cooper's Hawk Winery Sunday night for their St. Pat's Day menu and our monthly free wine club bottle. I chose their private label Albariño blend from Spain, one step ahead of you-know-who's EU alcohol tariffs. Had thought about an Aussie Shiraz, but I don't think AU is being targeted…yet. With my dinner I had their "Lux Sparkling" brut (which they import from France—all their other bubblies are just too sweet) and half a glass of the "Lux Cabernet" they suggested pairing with corned beef & cabbage.
Tonight, after leftovers, I made my annual Irish coffee: a jigger & a half of Tullamore Dew muddled with 2 tsp. Sugar in the Raw crystals (the closest I could find to Demerara), French-press-brewed half-caff, and heavy cream I whipped with a milk frother. I have neither a mixer nor eggbeater in this house—and nowhere in Target could I find an eggbeater yesterday. I'd have used a whisk, but there are no proper steel or glass mixing bowls in the house either. No way was I going to use the sweetened spritz-can Reddi-Wip. I did splurge on a pair of double-wall glass mugs (wrong shape but the price was right—$12 the pair) because I didn't want to use the house's heavy diner-style mugs nor ruin our own plastic wineglasses with hot coffee. Was disappointed to find they didn't stock the Irish coffee mugs or stem glasses most bars use. Anyway, the drink turned out perfect. Not bad for something I make only once a year!
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