"What the fuck is up with all this strawberry shit?" First off strawberries are NOT shit; they are THE shit. Second, fuck you. My lady got an industrial sized tub of them at the Costco so we will see more strawberry
recipes coming my good friend. I came home from the local speakeasy last night and was tanked but I wanted to get more tanked and the only alcohol I had was white rum and the only fresh fruit I had was the strawberry. It doesn't take a rocket
surgeon to figure this one out. Let's begin:
Muddle a few strawberries with some sugar. Pour in your rum with a heavy hand. Shake and strain as finely as possible. If you want to eliminate all pulp, run it through a cheesecloth or some shit. Stop reaching for the block of cheddar cheese you idiot. Cheesecloth is a piece of fabric you can strain shit through.
"Whoa! Major chick factor here!" That is the whole fucking point you
emo hipster. Imagine the shock on your lady's face when you walk in the room with this. Pretty good huh? Now you just have to find a lady.
Muddle a few strawberries with some sugar. Pour in your rum with a heavy hand. Shake and strain as finely as possible. If you want to eliminate all pulp, run it through a cheesecloth or some shit. Stop reaching for the block of cheddar cheese you idiot. Cheesecloth is a piece of fabric you can strain shit through.
"Whoa! Major chick factor here!" That is the whole fucking point you emo hipster. Imagine the shock on your lady's face when you walk in the room with this. Pretty good huh? Now you just have to find a lady.
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P.S. My neighbor saw me making this through my kitchen window. He took pity on me and came over to give me a swigg off his pint of black velvet whiskey.
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