I am beastly. I am stepmom.
Okay, I need to brag a little bit. My running partner and I accomplished a seven-mile run this morning in thirty degree weather and in miserable rain. We almost called the whole thing off when we realized in the pre-dawn light that, not only would we have sore muscles and achy bones when it was all said and done, but we’d be wet and perhaps sickly. Yet, we persevered and I must say, we felt like warriors.
Then (because this wasn’t enough to boost my self-esteem), I went to the mole doctor and had him cut off a few ugly skin tags and a couple raised old-lady bumps. You know, they just use a plain old kitchen knife and whack those suckers off?
So, now I’m feeling pretty good about myself and I’m considering what sort of reward would be appropriate to honor my unbreakable spirit. Food and/or drink, naturally. Since it’s cold outside, I’m thinking I might indulge in the Dirty Bull. Have you heard of this? It’s a ridiculous cocktail concocted in New York, but I find it more fitting for a new Texan like me. When I first read the list of ingredients (see story here), I almost gagged, but since I’m so tough today, I think it might just satisfy the beast in me.
DIRTY BULL
3 ounces vodka
1/2 ounce olive brine
1 teaspoon veal or beef stock
Cured black olives and beef jerky for garnish.
Hey, if I can drink a gravy martini (and like it), there’s nothing about this stepmom gig I can’t swallow! Cheers and happy weekend.
IR
Photo courtesy of Lenox Fontaine for The New York Times
Tags:martini, New York Times, stepmom
Wow, a drink with *beef* stock…you’re a tough girl Izzy. Maybe it’s time we tried Curra’s Avocado Margarita.
I’m so jealous of your warrior run. Now you can feel so good about yourself and enjoy that drink. Laziness has overtaken me and a fab drink would be more icing on the icing.
yay for the run but…i’m a step-mom, too and…there is no way i would be able to brave down that drink…no.possible. way!!
a 7 miles run!! Way to go Izzy Rose! How long does that take you? It would probably take me forever…I don’t really think I run when I “run”. More of a slow ‘n steady jog.
If my feet lift off the ground, I call that a run. Believe me, I’m not breaking any records:)
Austin is a great place to run and running in shitty weather does make you tougher. Really, it does. So keep it up.
And to set the record straight, to be a Texan, you have to have been born here, and to be a true Texan you need to be at least the product of a few generations of Texans on one side or the other…..and if you move to our little country from California or New York, you, nor your offspring are never considered Texans. But what do I know?
And since you are a step-mom, acceptance by Texans is probably not the most important piece of acceptance on your list.
Well, Howdy-HO! That Billy just set me straight! Now, let me make myself clear…when I say I’m a new Texan, I simply mean I am new to the state. I do have a TX ID, plates, and pay your taxes, so I do have some bragging rights. If I hadn’t traced Billy down and discovered he was from Houston, I would have thought he was one of those rude San Franciscan’s I left behind in California (where I’m a native, thank you very much)
Another Texanism. I live in Houston. I’m FROM Longview. Houston really isn’t Texas anymore. Longview is very East Texas, which means it’s Texas with alot of Southern attributes.
And actually, I’m pretty nice most of the time.
YAY, for your rock star run.
But… EWW! on that drink. :-P