When my little boy was born, it was glorious, shocking, spiritual—I'm sure you know how new parents go on. I was that, and then some. My son is amazing, and everyone loves him.
Well, that was forever and a day ago, but it's something I know I'll never forget. I also seem to be unable to forget something which occurred a few days afterward. This memory is probably firmly stuck without any external reinforcement. But still, every time I happen upon this item hanging out in the fridge, there's a funniness in my mouth:
You know how asparagus spears go in a Bloody Mary? Well, we've only used asparagus spears once, and I would say I may not again, at least not with a drink.
Tomato juice + lemon juice + carrots + horseradish + cayenne + ice cubes + placenta
. Into the blender. Then, add some black pepper & sea salt, and then olives and celery and asparagus sticks.
Really, it was rather tasty. But I think if I ever had the real drink again, with alcohol in it, I would probably throw up. We mostly drink red wine now.