Hold on to your socks! I've discovered whiskey sours! This could be dangerous.
Ok, technically I think a friend of mine introduced me to them a while back, but I have just recently picked up on the convenience of the treat.
But Alice, you're a southern girl, how can whiskey sours be new to you?
Good question. I am indeed a southern girl, but hardly one of fine breeding. No, I'm more of the back woods kind of girl when it comes to my whiskey...give it to me straight, and if you've got it, I prefer the good ol' fashioned moonshine, although the early years really killed my taste for the stuff.
While I was in the kitchen, mixing up the concoction I hoped would send me into a dreamless sleep, I packed a basket of food to take with me to the office tomorrow. I was quite proud of myself for adhering to my new healthy guidelines, mostly, and packed blackberries (the biggest damn blackberries I've ever seen actually), blueberries (which the boy swears are sour, go figure), red grapes (notice all the dark fruits, they have a lot of cancer-fighting anthocyanins, which are strong antioxidants). Then, just for good measure, I threw in some carrots, veggie dip, chicken salad and sea salt pita chips. I wish I had remembered to get some celery, I might grab some in the morning. It's a shame green onions will chase everyone away, I love those.
Who knows, maybe it will be enough to offset all the caffiene and nicotine I will consume tomorrow. I wonder if whiskey, in moderation of course, has positive health benefits? *takes a sip and grins*