The first time I ever had a Moscow Mule was at a bar in East Lansing called the Peanut Barrel. It was right across the street from my house, which later proved to be dangerous. It’s one of those restaurants that brings you baskets of shelled peanuts shoveled out of an enormous burlap sack, and you can just keep getting more of them until you’ve eaten so many peanuts you never even want to look at a peanut again. They’re also rumored to have the best long islands in town, but I never got one of those, because every time I went, I had to get a Moscow Mule.
I don’t know what the hell this drink is, you guys. All I know is it tastes good and it has tequila in it. I feel like I’m an outlier here, but I LOVE tequila. It’s my favorite liquor, despite the fact that I have the word “whisky” in my blog name. Feelin’ Tequila doesn’t have quite the same ring to it. Oh, well.
I’m going to disclose something to you and you have to promise not to judge me, ok? I’ve never liked slushies. Not even when I was little. Everyone freaks out on bring your own cup day at 7/11, and I just, like… don’t care. I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth, and slushies just seem like gross, artificially colored sugar bombs. But there is one way to get me to like slushies, and I think you know what it is.
So I’ve decided that, due to the nature of my blog name, Fridays will now be cocktail days here on Feelin’ Whisky. Because I’ve got a shiny cocktail shaker that’s going to start collecting dust otherwise, and also, ya know, because cocktails. I hope you’re all okay with this change. (I’m pretty sure you are.) So! Let’s get shakin’. Or something. Anyway.