I am one lazy blogger today. Maybe Grace’s interview was so delightful (it was) I decided to leave it up, or maybe I’m in a fog because my daughter – who I swore just turned eight – heads off to junior high tomorrow. Most people remember at least one happy thing about school daze – until you say the words junior high. It appears almost universal that no one wishes to revisit this age, including me. Would I go back to rubber-banded braces, gym class shame and super-sized Kotex? I don’t think so.
So. Today, instead of a bright happy recipe with lots of steps, let’s just cool it down by gazing at a nice, frosty limeade.
There. That’s better. Oh Winstead‘s limeade, how you soothe. Topped with eye-popping sherbet and neon maraschinos, they’ve been spritzing up limeades at this Kansas City favorite since 1940. There is only one thing better than a Winstead’s limeade…
…a Winstead’s limeade with a Winstead’s burger.
Dab your eyes and wipe the keyboards, Kansas Citians and KC ex-pats – I just caught you drooling out there.
Tomorrow, we’ll go back to the kitchen. That is, after she-who-knows-all, she who got a fancy haircut and has laid out the outfit already, sprints from the car and into junior hell high. Better her than us, eh?