The plague has left!!! I feel like a brand-new woman! Same boobs, which is a disappointment rivaled only by the realization that I’d never marry Jordan Knight or that my Jerry Garcia beanie baby will never be worth more than the pack of cigarettes I bargained for its purchase back in 1998.
It was going to bring me possibly tens of dollars. TENS OF DOLLARS!!
Guess I’ll just have to keep collecting celebrity fingernail clippings to sell on ebay. (pay no attention to the fact that some of them look like dog nails…some celebrities have claws…little-known fact.)
Because of my new-found healthy status, today is the FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE!!! Come to think of it, so was yesterday, tomorrow will probably be another FDOTROML, but that’s not the point.
The point is…..I am no longer on vacation, my body feels like complete crap from spending a week with my loving, yet entirely enabling and, well, food-loving, and maybe not given to physical-activity family. To commemorate the fact that I was missing my family, and yet glad to be well and physical, I spent yesterday ACTIVE! I walked a ton. I ate more watermelon than what I think is considered safe, and I CHUGGED H20!! I also drank no wine, had no sugar other than the watermelon and a bit of dark chocolate, and watched the CUTEST BOY EVER play his first baseball game.
It didn’t take long for me to sit back and say to myself “oh thank the gods I’m moving my body today.” Not because of some over-arching plan I have (which I do) to build some muscle and lose some fat, but because it just felt right.
I’m a mover and a shaker, and the less I move, the more I shake–jiggle–whatever. I also get all restless leg syndromy all over my whole body. Imaginary ants crawl under my skin and into my medulla, and I get a bit…pissy. I like the feel of my muscles when they’re sore from a good workout. I like the exhaustion I feel at the end of the night when I’ve brought my body to its maximum daily expenditure of activity. I like knowing that my kids see me this active.
Kids with active parents are more active, just like so often kids of readers are more likely to read, and kids with multi-lingual backgrounds tend to be multi-lingual themselves. All of these things are GOOD and I believe, ESSENTIAL to a strong future. I spent a week in physical limbo and realized I need to follow my own advice even with my family. It’s as essential to me as air and books.
Alas, I also like to have fun.
So I combined the two for today’s recipe:
Grown-Up Watermelon Pops
What is it that makes these a “pop”? Since they basically just look like watermelon on cupcake wrappers? First, they’re frozen…so there’s that. Second, they’re soaked in HIGH PROOF booze before being frozen. Specifically, vodka and moonshine. Why “high-proof”? (90 or above) Because freezing and/or heating can screw with the booze. Also, this way you don’t need to worry about brain-freeze while you get your warm-in-the-belly sensation.
And just why aren’t these on sticks? Because watermelon rind is hard, I only have one fully-functioning hand, and I prefer to buy my fingerless gloves based on a fashion decision, not because I don’t require the extra fabric.
Though, my grandfather used to tell me about the one-armed surgeon every time I tried to hang my hand out of the car window, but I was also 4 and sitting in the front seat, with no car seat, sooo…
- six slices of watermelon (triangle in nature) about 1" thick
- 1/2 cup of mint moonshine or regular moonshine
- 1/3 cup 100 proof vodka
- 1/4 cup lime vodka
- drizzle of agave syrup
- combine all alcohols in a measuring cup
- set watermelon up in a baking dish
- pour alcohol over melon
- let set two hours
- drizzle with agave
- don't drive.
- for real, don't even try.
- I can see you.
- put those keys down
- pick up more watermelon
- call a cab.