Mojito

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“Is that mint you’re muddling for my mojito?”

“Yes,” I lied as I crushed poison ivy.

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Hello, everyone! It’s been a while since I got around to a Weekend Writing Prompt, but here we are! #149 is muddle, and what a better use of muddle than in the mixed drink sense*? So sit back, relax, and enjoy the pandemic!

*I don’t drink, so I can’t be sure.

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11 thoughts on “Mojito

    • H.R.R. Gorman says:

      It was a legend where I grew up that if you ate the sprig of poison oak just when it’s starting to sprout in the spring, you’d never get a reaction again.

      Don’t think I believe it, and I never tried.

      • crispina kemp says:

        I was going to ask if you ever tried it. I remember my brother trying to tell me that stinging nettles didn’t sting this year (I was about 10 years old). But I wasn’t as naive as he thought. They mightn’t ting the year but they’d sting me. 🙂

      • H.R.R. Gorman says:

        I’ve played in so many stinging nettles that at one point I even got my legs numbed from doing it so much. You can eat the nettles, though, if you cook ’em! It’s something I wish I’d thought of when I was little, but I hated picking them!

      • crispina kemp says:

        Safest to pick them by grasping near the bottom and sliding your hand upwards… that’s the direction the stings point.
        I remember one day, kids out playing, I was decorating. My youngest came in. Mum, I’ve stung my thumb. At least that’s what I thought she said. Suck it, I said. I can’t reach came her reply. So I went to see what it was. She’d fallen backwards into a clump of nettles… and she was wearing a dress. From her waist to the back of her knees, a mass of stings. I bathed it in calamine lotion. She dressed and went back to play. It wasn’t her day. She returned an hour later looking like a drowned rat. She’d fallen into the beck.

      • H.R.R. Gorman says:

        Oh lord – that’s rough on the poor child! Usually after we went through the nettles, we played in the creek with the mudholes and caught salamanders. Things always feel better when you’re catching salamanders.

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