La Bomba Del Amanecer

bomba1Sweet.  Messy.  Totally fun.

It’s Abraham Lincoln’s birthday today!  To celebrate, I have created a drink to honor his memory.  Happy Birthday Abe!

WOOOOO!!!

WOOOOO!!!

Okay, maybe that’s not entirely true.  Tequila doesn’t really symbolize our 16th president.  But it does symbolize Mexico (to an extent), and Linocln was a friend of Mexico: Abe opposed the Mexican-American War, and in return Mexican president Juárez refused aid to the confederates (and actually jailed rebel soldiers that went to him to ask for help).  So this drink more symbolizes our continuing friendship with our neighbor to the south.

¡Olé!

Okay, I’m pulling that out of my butt, too.  This drink doesn’t have anything to do with friendship, unless you’re talking about my relationship with liquor, in which case, it’s not friendship, but eternal love.  However, today is Lincoln’s birthday, so DRINK UP!

bomba2La Bomba Del Amanecer

– Tequila
– Cerveza (Mexican Beer)
– Grenadine
– Orange Juice

The real reason I made this drink is because I wanted to create a ‘bomb’ drink, which is a drink in which you drop a shot of liquor into a beer, and I wanted it to involve tequila.  Now there is already a Mexican Car Bomb out there (it’s a shot of tequila dropped into a cerveza), so I needed to bump it up a notch.

  • Fill a glass ½ – ¾ way with a cerveza of your choosing.
  • Fill one shot glass with tequila.
  • Fill another shot glass ¾ with orange juice, and then pour grenadine slowly down the side so it pools on the bottom of the glass.

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    Like so.

  • At the same time, drop each shot glass into the cerveza, with the tequila going in first.
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Thusly.

  • Swirl the glass once.
WARNING - Splashing may occur.

WARNING – Splashing may occur.

  • Chug.  Chug it!  Don’t be a wuss; this is a bomb, not a fine wine!  CHUG-A LUG IT!

This is essentially a mash-up of a Mexican Car Bomb and a Tequila Sunrise, hence the name, which my Spanish speaking friends assure me means Sunrise Bomb (although I don’t really know; I can barely speak English).  I wasn’t quite sure how this mix would turn out, but I am glad to say that it surpassed all of my hopes.  Instead of mixing all together, the drink tastes more like it was layered.  If I can get poetic here for a moment (and like you can do anything to stop me), it’s like watching an actual sunrise: the night of Cerveza first, then the agave flavor of the tequila starts to shine, which then is coupled with the cresting sun of orange juice, and then the pure sweetness of the grenadine of the full sun at the very end.  It’s incredibly tasty, a lot of fun, and can get you pretty drunk if you’re not careful.  In other words, it’s the perfect drink for a hot summer day.

bomba5Enjoy!

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An Ode To Morning Chili

Preparing chili for my breakfast because that’s what I want
Ain’t no beans in my chili because I don’t like their funk
It’s made with lots of beer cuz I can’t help keepin’ it krunk
6am chili makes me get up and start screamin’ out, “UHN!”

“Aren’t You Going To Write Your Blog Post For Today,” . . .

. . . my girlfriend asked me as I dished out a small serving of Singapore Noodles onto my plate.  I broke the chopsticks and rubbed away the remaining splinters away with my thumbs and dug into the thin, curry flavored noodles.  I choked slightly as I attempted to chuckle while chewing with my mouth closed.  “Do you not have a topic?”

“You don’t know how blogging works, do you,” I asked as I finally swallowed the noodles in my mouth and then washed it down with some expensive looking cheap beer.

“What do you mean?  I have a blog, too.”

“Topics are for beginners.  A person doesn’t need to worry about theme or topics or plot.  As long as you strike the right tone, readers will think that you’re writing about something even if they don’t know what.”

“What?”

“Why, I could even write this conversation, word for word, and as long as I did it in the right manner, people would enjoy it.  In fact, I’ll do that tonight.”

“But we’re just eating cheap Chinese food.  Nothing’s happening.  There’s nothing interesting about this.”

“I agree,” I said, louder than I had intended, “but the fact remains that an experienced writer, or one who is more lucky than talented, can make the mundane seem important.  And by the time you’re making something seem like something it might as well be something, at least on paper.”

My girlfriend stopped chewing and stared at me.  “That doesn’t make any sense,” she said.

“That is because your mind is too literal to comprehend the basic tenets of deception.  It takes guile to fool someone.”

I was startled, but I can’t say I was surprised, when she threw the noodles that were on her plate on to my head.  A piece of chicken toppled off my nose and I was able to catch it in my mouth before it dropped to the floor.  She poured more noodles on her place and began to eat again.  She wasn’t angry.  I figured she got it all out when she upended her dinner over my hair.  I was happy that was the end of it and there would be no ensuing fight that I would have to work against the rest of the evening, but she had ruined the experiment I had set for myself – to write about nothing and make it seem like it was about something.  My offensive comments and her rash actions had forced a plot into the evening, and now the entire story had a purpose.

But there was still some room for breathing; would it be about my girlfriend’s inability to grasp the bare bones of art as a whole, making something from nothing and fooling the audience?  Or would it be my insensitivity to her view and abilities?  Or would it be how, through all the dumb, careless and petty things we say, the bonds between people will always survive?  I don’t know . . . that will be up for the readers to decide.