Jeb Ro, yo

saidme:

Cachaça (said with jazz hands, please). On its own it is similar in taste to the 4,000,000 proof liquor we bought in college and mixed with fruit punch in a plastic garbage can. When 2 oz of it are poured over the juice of one whole lime that has been cut into 8 wedges and muddled with 3 tsp brown sugar in a highball glass that is then filled with ice; it becomes a Caipirinha.

And I plan my coup.

I don’t remember much about my trip to Brazil**, thanks mainly to the plentiful Caipirinha’s. Every order would take at least 5 minutes because they always cut and muddled the lime individually for each drink. But it was so worth it. I brought some cachaça home (and still have some a couple years later) but I bought the cheap shit. And by cheap shit, I mean it probably cost a couple bucks per bottle.

**Scratch that - I do remember when my friend (on the right) J.R. grabbed womanly garments from the ladies to win a contest on our trip back from the beach on a tour bus.

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