Holy Crap

Cheers!
a Thursday Theme entry
You’re familiar with my dad, who served drinks in the officers’ club during his entire stint in the army. He developed a love for the art of bar tending. He would try new and trendy drinks in our full basement bar all the time. Back in the late 1960s and 1970s he would learn about drinks from their travels and magazines. When my parents came home from Italy they drank Campari with everything. Rum punches with varieties of Caribbean rums were a summer staple. Winters were reserved for hot buttered rums and mulled wine. 

Sometime during the age of avocado colored appliances and orange shag rugs (we had both in our kitchen) my dad discovered frozen blender drinks. He would whip up some piña coladas or margaritas on hot summer days. There was a dark period of time when Kaluha drinks were the rage, and my parents indulged in Black Russians. I never did drink those because I never liked the taste of coffee in any form
 My dad would reduce the alcohol content or make a virgin batch for my sister and I. Usually these “drinks” were no more than milk shakes with food coloring and a garnish. My sister and I thought we were so sophisticated because our drinks were served in martini or margarita glasses. 
The family favorite was the frozen grasshopper. We liked it because the color complimented the kitchen decor. My parents, consummate ice cream lovers were naturally drawn to the slushy, creamy, minty drink. Dad would garnish the drink with smashed Oreo crumbs on top, just like they did in 5 star hotel bars (or so he told us)

Cheers!

a Thursday Theme entry

You’re familiar with my dad, who served drinks in the officers’ club during his entire stint in the army. He developed a love for the art of bar tending. He would try new and trendy drinks in our full basement bar all the time. Back in the late 1960s and 1970s he would learn about drinks from their travels and magazines. When my parents came home from Italy they drank Campari with everything. Rum punches with varieties of Caribbean rums were a summer staple. Winters were reserved for hot buttered rums and mulled wine.

Sometime during the age of avocado colored appliances and orange shag rugs (we had both in our kitchen) my dad discovered frozen blender drinks. He would whip up some piña coladas or margaritas on hot summer days. There was a dark period of time when Kaluha drinks were the rage, and my parents indulged in Black Russians. I never did drink those because I never liked the taste of coffee in any form

My dad would reduce the alcohol content or make a virgin batch for my sister and I. Usually these “drinks” were no more than milk shakes with food coloring and a garnish. My sister and I thought we were so sophisticated because our drinks were served in martini or margarita glasses.

The family favorite was the frozen grasshopper. We liked it because the color complimented the kitchen decor. My parents, consummate ice cream lovers were naturally drawn to the slushy, creamy, minty drink. Dad would garnish the drink with smashed Oreo crumbs on top, just like they did in 5 star hotel bars (or so he told us)

  1. isemancometh said: Hold on…Cheers was last week’s?
  2. lnthefade said: My parents used to make fancy drinks. Something with Baileys and ice cream. They’d make us virgin drinks in martini glasses. Long Island childhoods FTW.
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