("My Ultimate" will run most Tuesdays and will feature any topic that hops into my head. The views expressed here do not necessarily reflect those of the other New England Mamas. . . although they should).
I have found my poison for the summer.
It is called "Grape Lemonade" and this drink brings me back to those days of. . .well, those days of never, since if I had discovered this when I was younger, I'd probably be sleeping in a gutter somewhere right now.
Grape Lemonade and I met at Providence's Parkside Rotisserie & Bar. He was sweet but came on strong. I needed to watch myself around him because he would've had me singing Sweet Caroline and high-fiving everyone at our table if I'd spent too much time with him.
He's gone now and all that is left is a memory. I just wish this memory could remember what went into him so that I could recreate his magic myself.
(so far, I recall that this drink had Three Olives Grape Vodka, lemonade and possibly sour mix; if I hear from the fine people at the Parkside, I will update you all. Don't say I didn't warn you).