Sweet Kisses (A Kiss & Tell + Martini Recipe)

 

Beauty Young Woman Blowing Hearts from her Hands. St. Valentines

Feel the power!

Hey there, Sweet Lips. Yes, I’m talking to you! When was the last time those lovely lips of yours felt the gorgeously, sweet; heart-melting bliss of a kiss?  For me, it was this morning. My youngest daughter planted one on me, while I slept. It was meant to be the kiss of a princess and, well, I guess that made me the queen or perhaps I was supposed to be the prince?

Who knows what the intentions were. But, for that simple moment in time (the moment before we succumbed to our usual morning routine), I was the queen; a smiling, happy queen.

And then, at the breakfast table, we argued about why Nutella, in a bowl, is not an acceptable meal choice and why putting your foot on your sister’s plate is not a cool thing to do. (Even under the guise of Table Yoga). And, just like that, the sweetness of our morning’s start got overshadowed by the battles-at-hand.

Yet, the power of the kiss was still there! It was still emanating its simple message–though hard to see through the angry growls and furrowed brows.

Besides, a new kiss would surely take its place again sometime soon.

Because even if hugs, kisses, smiles, and moments of connection are followed by a toddler meltdown, a sibling showdown, or a battle of wills; those sweet, little acts of affection have real power. They have the power to ground us, in the moment that we’re in, and remind us of what really matters.

And what really matters is: LOVE.

We are privileged to have it and to be able to share it with our kids and our partners, our family and our friends.

So, in honour of those sweet (and oh-so-powerful) kisses, I present: The Sweet Kisses Martini.

 

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For moms who give and receive the sweetest of kisses.

 

 

What you’ll need:

  • 2 oz. of vodka
  • 1 oz. of passion fruit liqueur
  • 1 oz. of cranberry juice
  • 2 slices of lime (one for garnish)

Method:

  1. Fill a metal shaker with ice and add the above ingredients, including the juice of one large lime slice.
  2. Shake, shake, shake your booty and your shaker.
  3. Strain the beautiful mixture into your martini glass of choice.
  4. Garnish with a lime (and a kiss).

 

Toast: to sweet kisses, to hits and misses, and to love.

 

Did you know that Shannon Day and 36 other fab writers have created a book? Well, it’s actually a martini guide too. If you like funny, ridiculous, and heartstring-tugging stories of motherhood (+ easy-to-make martini & mocktini recipes) then you’ll love Martinis & Motherhood: Tales of Wonder, Woe & WTF?!  Available now on Amazon.

 

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A Silly Song, an Old Story and a Birthday Cake Martini…

It’s sort of like a party here today at Martinis and Motherhood.  Reason being, we are officially one year old! And to honour our birthday, I thought it would be kinda cool to celebrate together by taking a scoot back to where it all began – with a re-print of my first post: Cocktails and Canvases.

Then, I’ll be shaking up a very tasty martini. And I think you should make yourself one too.

But, before we can proceed, Mindy Miller (of Mindy’s World fame) wanted to dedicate her Birthday video to us. She’s insisting that it be shown right away. Continue reading

Life After the Buck ‘n Fawns

By: Shannon Day

Sometimes when a mom is at home with her young, for extended periods of time, she can feel a wee bit claustrophobic, like a muskrat in a trap. I know firsthand how this feels. I’ve been that mom, that trapped mom. And I know, I’ll be her again…

This captivity-like existence often strikes while my husband is away. Throw in a few stomach bugs, a never ending winter and our home transforms into a suffocating trap with my little critters and I as the tormented creatures inside. During such times I yearn deeply to break free, like a woodland creature would if she were locked inside a cage

The mind of a trapped mom can be somewhat fantastical and, in my case, borderline fable-like. During these times, I fantasize…

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The Aunt Agnes Martini

Sometimes, when I share my opinions about current pop culture and such, I sound like Old Aunt Agnes: unhip, out of touch and closed minded, like the perfect BF for the pastor in Footloose. (To hear more about what I really think, check out Bring Back the Tucked in Sweater)

Well, the bubbles around the kids are bursting whether Old Aunt Agnes and I like it or not.

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I Launder Therefore I Am (entitled to a cocktail)

Screaming Housewife With Steam Iron

One day last week, while reflectively mopping, I said to my husband:

“I feel like I need more purpose in my life…”

My hubby, who’d just gotten out of the shower and was rummaging through his dresser drawers, replied:

I just need some socks…”

So there you have it: missing socks, a quest for purpose and a real-life example of a couple communicating.

So where do I go from here?  I could contemplate my need for purpose and deeper meaning in life but surely that’d be better done in a private journal.  I could assess communication within male/female relationships, but that’d be a massive topic and therefore more effectively explored in a book, entitled: Couple Talk: Absent Socks and the Meaning of Life (or maybe not).

I think I’ll turn my focus, instead, to the exhilarating subject of socks and the ever-so-important role of Launderer…

Laundry is my area of specialty at our house.  Why? You ask. Well, because I’m a laundering goddess, of course. Well, not really, it’s more like my husband doesn’t want anything to do with the laundering process and that’s ok with me, most of the time. As long as he keeps on shoveling the snow outside, I can accept the role of Launderer.

In case you were wondering…   when it comes to sorting the dirty laundry I do so in the following categories: whites, lights, brights, darks, blacks and pinks (yes, it’s an entire load of its own). I then fill and empty the washing machine and the dryer, I reluctantly iron a few things, I fold and I put everything away. I keep my family freshly dressed from head to ankle, faithfully, but sometimes we run a little short on socks…

The case of the absent socks really is an ongoing mystery- an endless conundrum! Who is stealing our socks? Is this someone’s idea of a sick joke?  There are more lone socks at our house than in the average home. Currently, there are about 52 mismatched socks sitting in a bag. How? Why?

I’ve discovered that sometimes socks find their way into the toy boxes and that some of them have even been transformed into farm animals! Thanks Phoebe Gilman. There are also times when a sock loses its partner for a while but gets thrown out before the two can be reunited.  Basically, the sock that was originally lost gets found only to learn that its mate has been discarded. It’s a hapless turn of events.

I’m starting to think that the mystery of the absent socks is destined to remain unsolved.  And, you know what, I’m okay with that. For now, I’ll admit defeat in the sock department of life.  Besides, when it comes to laundry, my whites are pretty damn white and that is something. Right?! Or is it….

I launder therefore I am.  And within this meaningful role, I shine but I am also shamed. I can accept this because I know that when it comes to martini making, everyone can shine without shame. After all, every laundering lady deserves a cocktail! Here is how you can make your very own Dirty Laundry Martini…

The Dirty Laundry Martini

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Ingredients:

1.5 oz. gin

0.5 oz. Triple Sec

1.5 oz. lemonade

2 basil leaves

1 orange

2 tsp. of sugar

Method:

  1. Using a slice of orange, wet the rim of the martini glass.
  2. Pour sugar on a plate, tip the martini glass upside down on the plate and spin until the glass has a fully sugared rim.
  3. In a metal shaker, place ice, vodka or gin, Triple Sec, lemonade and 1 torn basil leaf.
  4. Squeeze in the juice of 2 orange slices,
  5. Shake, shake, shake and strain into the martini glass.
  6. Garnish with a slice of orange and set free a little basil leaf, to float on top.

Toast to clean laundry, bare feet and lonely socks.