Saturday Sippers in The Locker

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Each week I’ll post a new skinny cocktail recipe for you to try. Many thinks to my Cali Bestie, Rhonda, for providing me with the deck of cards recipe book. J
Saturday Sippers in The Locker makes sense, as drinking was a large part of a pirate’s existence. As taken from The Pirates Realm, please see the following descriptions:
  • Arrack - A strong drink made with fermented fruit or palm sap, rice, or molasses.
  • Black Jack - Large drinking cups made of leather that were made stiffer with an application of tar.
  • Bumboo - A drink of the West Indies made with watered rum and flavored with sugar and nutmeg.
  • Grog - The nickname of a British admiral was applied to a mix of water and rum, the rum was a cheap antiseptic and flavor mask for the spoiled water that sailors often encountered while at sea.
  • Hogshead- A large barrel or cask holding 63 to 140 gallons, usually referring to alcohol.
  • Rumfustian - Raw eggs mixed with beer and liquor...NOT the breakfast of pirate champions.
UGH!!  I promise you, the drink recipes I provide will be much more appealing!
Without further ado, the next recipe is delightful in honor of my publisher, Secret Cravings Publishing, home in Tennessee!
LYNCHBURG LEMONADE!
1 ½ oz whiskey
2 T lemon juice
1 T lime juice
A few drops orange extract
1 c diet lemon-lime soda
Pour ingredients into a glass. Add ice and stir. Garnish with a lemon slice. Calories 107!


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