HELLO! Big news: I made a portable cocktail.

Portable by my standards — meaning you can stroll across the backyard, sit on the deck, or enjoy the beach while holding a frozen cocktail pop. I’ll probably monopolize the best cheese on the board and save the fruit and pistachios for you.
It’s almost a vacation here: in 24 hours I’m headed to the beach. Not tropics exactly, but close enough. I plan to smell like overly fragrant 1990s coconut sunscreen and read at least four books. Hand me a portable CD player with Backstreet Boys, Toni Braxton or Ma$e and I’ll be fully transported to the easiest kind of nostalgia.