Covering the AT&T National Pro Am this week hasn’t stopped my palate from enjoying a few adult libations of choice. However, traveling and attempting to construct poetic proses about alcohol isn’t necessarily one of my strengths.
Therefore, I’ve called upon the experts in the ways of spirits to handle this week’s edition of Thirsty Thursday: Greg & Katherine from Rufus’ Food and Spirits Guide. Their site is an ideal concoction of food and adult beverages along with a smattering of original humor. Never dole and always satisfying reading Rufus’ Guide has become a daily part of my gluttonous lifestyle…make it yours as well.
So many thanks to Greg & Katherine for wetting our whistles this week and here’s what you should be drinking…
We at Rufus’ Food and Spirits Guide were highly honored when Jed, aka Sports Glutton, asked us to participate in Thirsty Thursdays. You see Sports Glutton is the only sports blog we read, our go-to source for all things sports-related. OK, full disclaimer, by sports-related we mean posts that include phrases like “Smoked Spicy Asian Chicken Wings inspired by the Buccaneers” (Gainesville just has the best teams). Anyway, he makes the kind of food we like to have on hand when the football game’s tied, the penalty shot fails, and the teams have to go to extra innings. So maybe we’re just a bit more into the glutton then the sports part.
We wanted to show our appreciation with two drinks not just one, so we whipped up these daiquiris. Remember daiquiris don’t have to have five types of pineapple, an umbrella and swizzle straw. (But don’t worry we have that recipe below too.)
On the Rocks
- 3 ounces fresh lime juice
- 3 ounces white rum
- 1 ounce simple syrup
Pour ingredients in a tumbler, stir and drink. Garnish with… you don’t need no stinking garnish.
The frozen fruit bomb
- 3 cups frozen strawberries
- 1 cup white rum
- 2 cups juice (cranberry pomegranate or orange work)
- juice from one lime
Place ingredients in a blender and blend. Remember to put the lid on first. Pour in giant curvy glasses and garnish with enough fruit to keep a small village from getting scurvy.
Bio: When Greg, aka Rufus, isn’t busy not watching sports, he can be found manning the smoker, wrangling two mutts, cooking his wife dinner, or sometimes just singing her a ballad, but only when he’s had too much scotch.