Green Tea Shot Recipeadmin
Mr. B was out the door in a hurry this morning, insisting that he had extra work to do at the office because he’s being forced to take a day off later in the week. I like to walk him out to the car in the mornings – it’s our little ritual – but I wasn’t used to standing out in the driveway at the ungodly hour of SIX IN THE MORNING. Now, you may be accustomed to being up and at-em at that hour, but I’m usually just getting situated with a cup of coffee at that time. It was a little strange standing out there in the pre-dawn stillness, with no other creatures stirring on the block.
Well, save one!
The moment Mr. B sat down in the driver’s seat, he noticed something extra on the windshield: A small green frog had taken up residence on the glass. He motioned for me to shoo the frog away, but I had already taken several LARGE steps back from the car. My friends, I can handle lizards and grasshoppers. I don’t even get too freaked out when one of those black racing snakes slithers across our driveway. But frogs – no, sir. I don’t like them, I never have, and I never will. It’s the hopping, see. I don’t trust any animal with that much jumping strength. Even with my hubby rolling his eyes for dramatic effect, I took yet another step back just to make sure there was ZERO chance of King Hoppy taking a quick leap into my hair. I hadn’t even had my first sip of coffee!
Mr. B wasn’t quick enough to actually catch the frog and move it to a more comfortable environment (read: one that would not be traveling down the highway at 50 mph), but his attempts were enough to convince the frog that he’d be better off sitting somewhere else. I want to say I watched all of this with detached amusement, but the truth is that my heart was in my throat for most of it. That condition didn’t improve after the frog jumped off the car; it was dark, and I had no way of knowing exactly WHERE it went. For all I know, it found its way into the house. It could be tucked away in a corner right as we speak, just waiting for the right moment to jump out and scare the BEJEEZUS out of me.
All of this terror has me in desperate need of a drink, and – in honor of my little jumping friend’s greenish hue – I’m going to go with a new fav of mine: A green tea shot! The best thing about this drink is that there’s no green tea in it at all, and that’s how I like my drinks, to be honest.
If you want to follow my lead and raise a drink to ward off frogs everywhere, you’ll need these ingredients:
– Irish Whiskey (we’ve got Tullamore Dew here at the house, but you can use whatever you like)
– Peach Schnapps (we’re working with Aristocrat on this one, but again, it’s your choice)
– Simple Sour Mix
– Sprite (some people use lemonade instead, so you can go that route if you want)
From there, the recipe is simple:
– Equal parts Irish whiskey, peach schnapps, and the sour mix. Dump it into a shaker.
– Fill the shaker to the top with ice cubes, slap the lid on it, and shake it like a Polaroid picture.
– Pour them into individual shot glasses and then fill them to the top with Sprite.
That’s all there is to it. Now you have a sweet (very peachy-tasting) drink that will (hopefully) keep the frogs away!