Sake Champagne Mojitos

Yes, you read that correctly. I KNOW.

I love mojitos. Don’t even be all, “Duh, you love Mojitos, Lotus, I mean, REALLY. What alcoholic beverages do you NOT like? Pffffff.” Also, I swear I will slap you if I hear you mutter “fucking drunk” under your breath.

Unless you hand me a glass of wine right after you do it. Then we’re cool.

What the hell was I talking about? Oh yeah, Sake Champagne Mojitos. RIGHT. Found this recipe from Joylicious via @Pinterest and I’m in love with it. So I decided to share the recipe with you, because I’m a giver. And an awesome person. (And so humble. To a fault.)

You can click the link above (credit where credit is due) to get to the post where I found the recipe. Or if you’re a lazy asshole, you can just read it below, with my notes. (And by notes, I mean, I changed it to please myself.)

Sake Champagne Mojitos

• Bottle Sake
• Bottle Champagne
• Large bunch of mint (4-6oz)
• Juice of 6-8 limes
• Light Agave Nectar (to taste – I used about 2/3 cup)*
• Lots of ice cubes/chunks

Wash mint, tear leaves from stems and place in a large pitcher with the lime juice and sweetener of your choice (*I used Agave Nectar, original recipe uses Liquid Stevia, you could use honey or simple syrup, too). If you have a muddler, break that mother out. If not, grab a wooden spoon and use the back of it to muddle the leaves, juice, & sweetener in the pitcher.

Muddle is a funny word. Make sure you laugh a lot while you’re muddling.

Muddle. Muddle. Muddle.
*snicker* *chuckle* *teehee*
Muddle. Muddle. Muddle.

Add the entire bottle of Sake & the entire bottle of Champagne. (Except for those “tastes” you might feel you have to take from the bottle. What? Shut up. Don’t judge me.)

Stir and then serve over lots of ice.

Consume.

Be happy in your heart.

Dance on patio tables in the summer sun.

Take photos and send them to me.

Enjoy.

But a memory, as I wait for the spark of Spring.

Today’s Photohunt Theme is “Warm”

What it has to be for the flames of this sunflower to lick at the summer sky.

It’s what I long for, especially in the dead of winter. I’m not a fan of being cold. In fact, I’d rather live a thousand summers than one winter. I despise the pain of being chilled to the bone.

Any temperature that raises itself above the definition of “cold” is my friend.  Warm is nice, but I’m even okay with hot.  Dry heat, humid heat, whatever. Take me to daytime Mercury for crying out loud. Oxygen is highly overrated. I just don’t want it to be COLD.

Jack Frost tried to woo me this winter with a love letter.

And it worked; oh, did I swoon. He sent a shiver down my spine, and I was head over heels.

But he is a typical player. It was but a one night stand. His icy kiss faded fast, leaving me with nothing but chattering teeth and chapped cheeks.

Now, as I wait for the spark of Spring to revive, I’m trying to recall the buzzing of the bees. Their song tells a much sweeter love story.

I’ll close my eyes for awhile and listen to that memory in my head and smell the sweet smell of summers gone by, like a dream. Wait for the flutter of a butterfly to tickle my face as it hurries by, on its way to the next yellow beauty.

And when I have to open my eyes and the cold, bleak, gray of Winter is still peering at me with its icy, slate eyes, I’ll just shrug deeper into my sweater and try to concentrate on other warm things until time turns the pages of the calender for me, again.