This is the third attempt to write my Easter Blog. When you think of Easter in Melbourne it is all hot cross buns on Good Friday chased down by copious amounts of foiled chocolate eggs Easter Sunday. Days of fast-food consumption followed by more days of slow lounging outside to catch the last rays of warmth and sunshine before winter. Easter for me is enduring patience caring and lots of waiting. Waiting in a conga line for my almond latte pondering the options for a little relaxation time over the next few days, because here is the thing, I am stuck at home nursing my fella through a hip operation.
There are no festivities or plans to travel as he shuffles around with crutches on bloated legs, feeling miserable and grumpy. It does not help matters that he is on a strict NO ALCOHOL diet while on prescription drugs which means we are both suffering. Ok so I am trying to be optimistic as I fetch carry lift and massage all his aches and pains. There are no celebrations or rewards for my efforts to stay by his side and nurse him so I focus on cementing our great relationship rather than selfishly considering how my hard-earned work break is temporally slipping away.
When he takes his afternoon nap, I look for my own way out of this undesirable situation. I work a time-honored plan, think Bridget Jones Diary, to drink my way through the long afternoon. Rest assured I am not considering this as an ongoing strategy during his recovery.
After looking for the Angostura to mix up a mocktail of lemon lime and bitters for him I spy the red sombrero hat sitting atop a bottle of left over Tequila and forage around in the liquor cabinet for some extra inspiration. After rejecting the Midori, Kirsh and Tia Maria I come across a snifter of Grand Marnier. Keen to design a Psychedelic cocktail I set myself the challenge of getting it right the first time. Because, in truth, I don’t have enough ingredients to repeat mistakes.
Glass half full
The question is can I dig myself out of anxiety and a negative state of mind with the one cocktail I have in mind? Encouraged by the combination of spirits and citrus in the fruit bowl a creation springs to mind. The cocktail shaker is busy mixing a glass of sweet, sour salty bliss which I have called the Blimey Margarita…blimey its better than I thought it would be. The circuit breaker I needed. You can find both the lime mocktail and cocktail recipes on this website.