Ginger Ale, My Hero
I’m Beatles over Stones. Briefs over boxers. Cantaloupe over honeydew. There are just some things you must chose one of in life and classic bands, boy’s underwear and melon require that level of commitment.
However, I am up for a compromise. (Wild Horses almost gets me, but it’s mostly The Sundays version).
Anyway, upon my not so frequent market visits this summer (I’m looking at you out-of-town weddings and the Jersey Shore), I found the honeyloupe. Yes, part cantaloupe, part honeydew.
Unfortunately, while the fruit still tasted sweet, it tasted much more like honeydew and not the brighter, more pronounced flavor of the cantaloupe. I ate half the honeyloupe by spoon but saved the rest for a cocktail. Cue my sister’s 23 year old boyfriend, Shane.
Another summer weekend. Another trip to the Jersey Shore. And this time my sister and her bf crashed the condo occupied by me, 80 and my college friend and her boyfriend, Lily and Phil.
Hanging out with two 23 year olds is a seriously intense time. There’s plenty of card game playing with terrible names like drunk driver and turrets. And there’s also cocktail making. Forget the nuanced and restraint showed by using Italian bitters and real fruit juice.
Instead, it’s:
We’re drunk, we need to get drunker, what’s in the fridge that we can dump in this blender.
So what started as a honeyloupe and lime gin and tonic turned into a, I have to admit, much tastier concoction with ginger ale and diet orange soda. Shane swore that Canada Dry makes everything better. So, thanks Shane, for reminding me that being 23 is fucking awesome.
Honeyloupe Cocktail
Blend together, half a honeyloupe, real lime juice, tonic, ginger ale, diet orange soda (we found “Waist Watchers” with Splenda in the fridge) and ice.
I <3 ginger ale!!!!!!!!!!