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A Mojito Love Story

“Will it be a regular mojito?”, she asked. “No my darling,” I replied. “It will be raspberry, and it will be fabulous!”

“Will the mojitos be raspberry?”, my love asked. “No my darling,” I replied. “They will be mango, and they will be magnificent!”

“Will the mojitos be mango?”, my love asked. “No, mi amore.”, I replied. “They will be passion fruit and kiwi, and they will be magical!”

“Will the mojitos be passion fruit and kiwi?”, my American woman asked. “No, my lady liberty”, I replied. “They will be watermelon and blueberry, and they will let our freedom ring!” 🇺🇸

“Will the mojitos be watermelon?”, my reason for living asked? “No, mon amie,” I replied. “They will be peach mojitos, and they will be peachy!”

“Will you put peaches in the mojitos?”, my Darling asked. “No, my Darling. Clementines!”, I exclaimed, “and soon they’ll be gone forever, but not lost. We’ll know just where they went.”

“Will you put Clementines in the mojitos?”, my adored asked. “No, you silly woman,” I replied. “I put the lime in the coconut, and pineapple too, in the mojito. Drink ‘em bot up and you’ll feel good in the morning!” 🥥 🍍

“Where is our charcuterie board from @americanfarmhousedesigns ?” my love asked. “I’m using it for the mojito photo!”, I replied. “Will they be coconut pineapple mojitos” she queried? “No sweetness,” I replied, “They will be strawberry and I will dedicate them to batman!” “Who?” she followed up. “My friend @igotitdude he made the board, and we once called him batman. I don’t remember why. But it must have been something beautiful like YOU my dear!”

It was only Saturday when my love asked, “Why are you making the mojitos today darling?” “Because I need it now!”, I replied lovingly. “Will they be strawberry?” “Berry berry baby!”, I shouted with affection. “But which berry?”, my daughter wondered aloud. “Blackberry and raspberry baby!”, I screamed adoringly to my almost 30 year old baby! “And I made enough for ALL of us!”

“Will the mojitos be berry berry?” my love asked. “No my sugar plum, they will be plum plum!”. “Sugar plums?”, she wondered aloud. “Black plums and red plums”, I answered adoringly. “And they will be plum-tastic!”.


“Will the mojitos be plum”, my wife of 33 years asked? “No darling, I replied. It will be a regular mojito.”, I responded passionately. “What’s in a regular mojito?”, she asked. “Love baby, mojitos are always made with LOVE!”

WTF is this all about, really??

OK, let me explain. My wife and I enjoy a drink. A good beer, a nice cocktail, it can bring some extra spice, some joie de vivre to life (redundant no?). We like mojitos! Mojitos are easy and awesome, and lend themselves to experimentation. And we have a mint plant on our front porch step. So all summer long, I made mojitos. And very early on, I heard voices when doing so. No, I’m not a nutjob (as far as YOU know), but the voices in my head as I made mojitos were of a romanticized hollywood-ish dialogue of a dashing leading man and gorgeous film starlet, discussing the mojito that I was making.

So yeah, look at it that way, my weekly binge drinks was just a response to the voices in my head. I’m OK with that. Nevertheless, I make an awesome mojito.

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