Bloody Caesar with Veggie Skewer
Thanks to Clamato® for sponsoring this recipe.
My first Bloody Mary was decidedly a pinkies-up affair. I was visiting my sister in Lexington, Kentucky, and so we did what Lexingtonians do and went to a horse race. If you’ve never been, imagine the atmosphere of a football game except very fancy. Instead of wearing jerseys and drinking beer, you wear hats and drink Bloody Marys. And circle horses in a tiny catalog and pretend you know what you’re doing. And lose money. But I digress.
Boozy Chocolate Pecan Pie Bars
I wrote this post as part of the Plugrá Butter Brigade. Thanks, Plugrá, for sponsoring this post and for making my favorite butter!
Some people are so good at friending. They drop a thoughtful gift by your house out of nowhere. They buy those blank-inside cards to write you a letter instead of looking for the ones with a prewritten message. They’re superb at keeping in touch.
Then there’s me. I have about the same talent at friending that I have at crafting, which is to say: none. I try! I’m just missing some critical relationship-building link in my brain somewhere, I think.