Caipriosca and The Frozen Fly

Yesterday some friends came by for dinner and a belated birthday celebration. They introduced me to a new drink called a “caipriosca” (cai-pree-OS-ka) that is better than Kool-Aid:

1. Cut 1 small lime into eight lengthwise slices, removing the white stuff in the middle.
2. Place lime slices (all of them) in large tumbler, and mash to extract juice. Leave limes in glass.
3. Add two tablespoons of sugar.
4. Top with ice chips, to near the rim of the glass.
5. Fill with vodka.
6. I repeat: Fill with vodka.

Please try these, but first make arrangements for travel that don’t involve you driving.

Anyhow, we only had enough ice to make one caipriosca (it’s Brazilian, by the way) each, or so I thought, when I saw our empty ice cube trays. Later that evening, Phil removed a half-full bag of ice that was taking up too much room in the freezer and put it in the sink. Damn. As I was doing the dishes, I poured some warm water on the block of ice cubes; they split, and frozen between the shards was an intact, red-eyed fly.

Good thing we stopped drinking when we did.

That’s not the best part, though. As I continued pouring warm water over the ice, the fly… started… to… move. EEEEET’S ALLLLIIIIIVE!!!

So cool. Yet another life saved by sobriety. Not being given to unwarranted acts of violence, I chucked it outside, where it was likely eaten by a larger bug later in the evening.