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or, why I ordered an Almond Pink Squirrel at the Minneapolis airport:
The conscious version: I first read about pink squirrels in a Polish American church guild cookbook I found in one of the free bins at McKay's. Something about the description tickled me enough to write a poem-story featuring pink squirrels, but I'm not a fan of cream-based cocktails in general, so I didn't add the ingredients to my shopping list or mix a squirrel for myself.
This is, however, why "pink squirrel" leapt out at me from the menu at Ike's yesterday afternoon, and why I uncharacteristically chose it over the other libations on offer. It was made with vanilla bean ice cream, and seemed more beige than pink (at least in the pub-inside-an-airport lighting), and was in fact pretty tasty -- like a thick, boozy milkshake. It's not high on my list of drinks to order again, but now I have tried it, and it didn't clash with the fried calamari.
Subconscious version (as in, the connection dawned on me only ten minutes ago): the Minneapolis airport has more moose tchotkes per square foot than I've seen anywhere outside of Quebec. MOOSE AND SQUIRREL! :-)
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The conscious version: I first read about pink squirrels in a Polish American church guild cookbook I found in one of the free bins at McKay's. Something about the description tickled me enough to write a poem-story featuring pink squirrels, but I'm not a fan of cream-based cocktails in general, so I didn't add the ingredients to my shopping list or mix a squirrel for myself.
This is, however, why "pink squirrel" leapt out at me from the menu at Ike's yesterday afternoon, and why I uncharacteristically chose it over the other libations on offer. It was made with vanilla bean ice cream, and seemed more beige than pink (at least in the pub-inside-an-airport lighting), and was in fact pretty tasty -- like a thick, boozy milkshake. It's not high on my list of drinks to order again, but now I have tried it, and it didn't clash with the fried calamari.
Subconscious version (as in, the connection dawned on me only ten minutes ago): the Minneapolis airport has more moose tchotkes per square foot than I've seen anywhere outside of Quebec. MOOSE AND SQUIRREL! :-)
This entry was originally posted at http://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/65698.html.