Still toying with new drinks. I close my eyes and call this a strawberry daiquiri. Mixed it up this morning with lake water, lemon slices, cucumber slices and wild strawberries gathered in front of the cabin, with lots of ice.
I know. It doesn't look like a strawberry daiquiri or taste like one, but it's my fantasy so I can close my eyes and dream whatever I want.
It's not unlike plopping into a barber chair. As long as your eyes are open you know it's ol' Floyd the barber doing the snip, snip. But when you close your eyes those fingers running gently through the hair and massaging the scalp can belong to whoever you wish.
For many of us the daydream probably isn't Floyd.