My favourite drink, all times, is a really good mojito. I could easily have buckets of it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Not that that's for, not with.
Although I am a fairly decent cook as well as an excellent champagne pourer, cocktail making is most definitely not my forte. I once made a post dinner coffee drink that allegedly tasted like smoked salmon. Says it all really.
Considering that I drink my weight in mojitos on a monthly basis, learning how to actually make them would probably do my finances a few favours - not to mention the close approximately to my bed once I've hit mojito number 12.
I like over complicating things. In other words - just making a plain mojito was obviously not a feasible option. Pear and Raspberry Golden Rum Mojito anyone?
Suddenly, I have loads more respect for several bartenders, who in all fairness, I already had a lot of respect for. Mojito making is freakishly hard word. I'd like to think I have pretty decent arm strength - but after 10 minutes of muddling I realised this is not the case. Serious arm cramps.
In spite of the fact that the mojito making was harder work than the chin ups in my PT session that same morning, my mojitos were seriously delicious.
Mango mojitos with my broken biceps next time?
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| The Mojito Master in action! |
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| Hell's Bells enjoying my master piece! |
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| Perfect start to a girlie night in! |
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