There are some things I never tire of for breakfast, and here is one such concoctions. I have consumed one of these refreshing treats just about every morning during this long, hot, pandem-icky summer. Ya’ll, these are so. darn. good—“loud, rude slurping straw noises” good.
Do you remember your first adult dinner party? By that I mean, not a yawning affair you got dragged to by your parents, but rather a dinner you attended as a newly-minted adult, invited by a host who presumed you would be good company and an appreciative guest?