Houston, Texas girl stationed with my Coastie in New England ... Mommy to a rowdy little boy and a lovely little girl ... sports fanatic (esp. my Fightin' Texas Aggies) ... foodie ... drinker of wine (and beer and tequila) ... passionate about cookie decorating and photography ....
Lord grant me wisdom of heart to see, The difference in duty and love for me. Give me the understanding to know, When duty calls, that he must go. Give me a task to do each day, To fill the months when he's away. And Lord, when duty is in the field, Please protect and be his shield.
We're home in Texas (yippee!) for my sister's graduation with a doctorate degree from Texas A&M University . I made cookies ...
Monday, August 17, 2009
my british roots are showing
At the end of a hard day, with temps bordering on the triple-digit variety, there are very few items that hit the spot for me quite like a cold, loaded with ice, gin and tonic ... extra lime, please.
My earliest memory of a "grown up" drink goes back to this gin concoction. I remember my dad coming home after work and making himself and my mother the same drink. And when I became old enough to be curious about the taste, as odd as it may sound, I instantly loved the G&T.
When I turned 21 and watched my friends order beer or Jack and Coke, my beverage of choice at the local watering holes in College Station was my old friend, gin and tonic -- I felt officially big-time. And one of my only no-no "cheats" while I was pregnant was a gin and [heavy on the] tonic ... which I nursed nice and slow -- just to make it last.
G&T is still my favorite. Time and age hasn't changed my love for this potent potable. If anything, my affinity has grown stronger, as my choice and taste of gin has grown pricier.
So, Mom and Dad, thanks for introducing me to gin and tonic. I never drink one without a smile (or a lime or two).