We started using this phrase when we lived downtown and noticed the marked increase in people talking to themselves in the park every time the heat became oppressive. We assumed that they were homeless people with mental issues (aka Crazytown). In retrospect, they may have been people on bluetooth headsets. Doesn't really matter, I regard them equally as nuts.
(If you are a mental health professional or social worker or other liberally minded person reading this blog and taking offense to the above paragraph, let me point out two facts. First, you should read the full content of the blog before commenting with righteous indignation. You'll probably find that there's a whole mess o' fish to fry in the offensive non-politically correct category. Do you really want to jump into that? Second, since I've started taking anti-anxiety meds, I am among the many with mental health issues. So I fall under the clause of "Insert Racial/Sexual Pref/Class/Whatever Descriptor Here calling other insert same descriptor here people insert offensive descriptor here" clause. You can't touch that without being offensive yourself. Sup.)
The irony, as my wife will tell you, is that nothing makes me crazier... and I mean scratch your own eyes out with a meat fork because you think it'll somehow help... than hot weather.
Anyways, we don't have air conditioning in the house, so the only solution, as to many of life's problems, is a good stiff drink. If you pick the right one, it can not only help you forget that you're ball-tastically sweaty, but can actually help cool you down at the same time.
Enter the Mint Julep.
Long known by sweet smart sultry southerners, they are the only thing getting me through this evening.
Here's the dig:
Mint Julep
12-14 mint leaves
1 heaping teaspoon sugar
1 teaspoon water
Crushed Ice
2 1/2 oz Bourbon
Splash of Creme de Menthe*
Mint Sprig for Garnish
In an old fashioned glass, muddle the mint leaves, sugar and water until a fine mush is formed.
Fill with crushed ice. Only crushed ice will do here. Use an ice crusher, a blender, a meat tenderizer, a masonry hammer, or your Grandma's china gravy boat. It doesn't matter, just get that ice crushed, and don't dally.
Add bourbon. The House Rules can only afford copious quantities of Old Crow, but if you've got something better, by all means, fill er up. *Now this one is somewhat sacrilegious, but add a splash of Creme de Menthe. There's something so refreshing about Creme de Menthe in small quantities that no amount of extra mint and sugar can provide. Stir.
Top off with the rest of crushed ice and a sprig of mint.
Sip on the porch in front of fan, alternating with long draws on a cigar and y'all can make it. I hope.**
**As of the time of posting, the author is on number two, but hopes that by number three the ball-tastically oppressive heat will be undetectable.
