środa, 4 kwietnia 2012

I am a cuckoo... a drunk cuckoo (and I'm not in the nest)*


I don't know how fast cuckoos are, how high they soar and whether they fancy popcorn cooked in margarine. Yet, this is a piece of knowledge I don't really need to relish the opportunity to unwind with a glass (or two... or three**) of home-made liqueur. Actually, it was just a support before the main artist (dry, red wine), and it got me perfectly into the right mood to... drink? I only planned to taste it, but I ended up half-emptying the bottle, feeling highly unwilling to proceed to the sour-sweet concerto. The splendour of the ambrosia (which I'm trying to imply here) is perfectly rendered with a Martini glass, gleaming like a real star in the bright light. It's good I managed to control myself in time, or else I would find myself half-emptying a packet of pills curing all of the following: hangover, headache, stomachache and guilty conscience ;)


Cuckoos in a hot bath :)

Mind you! Messing with cuckoos is actually quite dangerous. Cuculidae embodies all the extremes, and if you don't watch out, you may fly into trouble soon after a take-off ;p
To start with, the recipe is extremely EASY, yet finding the number one products and opening (maybe I shouldn't have given it to my dad...?) a can of condensed milk appeared extremely DIFFICULT.
The price I paid in a shop was so LOW, I started considering whether to double the proportions or not. However, the price I paid for consuming so many calories was HIGH and it took me the whole Sunday to get absolution.
Wheras, flexibility in mixing with other liquids is very POOR, flexibility in mixing with everything else :) - EXCEPTIONAL (try it with ice cream! What? You don't feel like sweets... After a glass, you will!)
And do not be deceived with the fact it takes A GREAT DEAL of time to pour the cuckoo into a glass, since pouring it into oneself amounts to NO time at all.


Non-rum with the prestige of Bacardi Limited

So how could I possibly go through Easter without mixing it one more time? I can already feel how well it'll match a piece of cheesecake...
... an Easter sponge cake...
... a slice of Glicemic Index bread (for diabetes)...
... lamb-shaped butter...
... a precisely-chopped vegetable salad (Here I come, mommy!)...
... horseradish...
... a tablecloth***...? ;D

So here we have the hero of my Easter 2012! I've heard it's stimulates appetite. Shit! So am I going to put on weight a lot? ;/

* http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/a+cuckoo+in+the+nest
** sweets intensify appetite
*** can you also feel it's getting more and more weird?