daily cocktail


Red, White and Lemon Sangria

This festive, tangy sangria will cool you off on a hot afternoon. Pass the pitcher around at your next barbecue and toast to family, friends and summer fun.

Yield: About 2 liters

Preparation: 1 hour 15 minutes

1 cup fresh lemon juice
½ cup fresh lime juice
1/3 cup sugar
2 lemons, sliced
1 white nectarine, pitted and chopped
1 red plum, pitted and chopped
1/3 cup blueberries
1 750 ml bottle white wine
1 liter club soda, cold
1/3 cup red raspberries for serving

Combine the lemon juice, lime juice and sugar in a pitcher. Stir until the sugar begins to dissolve. Add the lemons, nectarine, plum and blueberries. Cover and place in the refrigerator for 1 hour.

When ready to serve, pour in the wine and the club soda. Serve garnished with raspberries.

Man Ray     Writer/Director Luis Buñuel, Paris     1929

“If you were to ask me if I’d ever had the bad luck to miss my daily cocktail, I’d have to say that I doubt it; where certain things are concerned, I plan ahead.” Luis Buñuel

Chocolate Orange Martini

This chocolate martini will get your Valentine’s Day celebrations off to a great start! The flavors of fresh orange and rich chocolate make it the perfect drink to share with someone special.


5 minutes prep.

2 oz. dark crème de cacao
1 oz. vodka
1 oz. juice from a freshly squeezed Paramount Citrus orange
½ oz. amaretto
Peel of half a Paramount Citrus navel orange for garnish


1. Place the crème de cacao, vodka, orange juice and amaretto in a cocktail shaker. Add 3 to 4 cubes of ice, cover and shake until cold.

2. Strain the cocktail into two small, 2-ounce martini glasses. 

3. Use kitchen scissors to cut a festive heart shape out of the orange rind to garnish the glasses. Serve.

Decisions, Decisions

Second installment of the Demetri Volturi imagine “Seeker,” requested by a great many of you. Details supplied by fandoms4llife. “I was originally thinking something where he gets the venom out, she wakes up in a hospital or something and it’s like the scene where Bella wakes up in the hospital.” This request has been cut to keep future details secret. Hope you like it!

All past and future installments of this series can be found on the “The Story Continues…”page.

The air was stagnant and reeking of antiseptic, a harsh and biting scent that burned the insides of your nostrils like acid with every laboured inhale. You were only slightly aware of your body, of the leaden limbs that rested at your sides like a corpse on display in a funeral parlour, the needle piercing your skin at the crease of your elbow, and the smooth, icy weight of someone’s hand closed gently around your own. Your chest expanded and deflated with your breath, the noise hardly distilling the quiet of the room, a low beep monitoring your heart rate somewhere above you. Your focus immediately honed-in on his silken voice, his one-sided conversation filtering through the air like frost. Through the mist that veiled your consciousness, you found yourself straining to listen as Demetri spoke.

“No, Felix, they weren’t hunting. They’re hostile. One of the bastards bit Y/n because she was traveling with a Volturi guard. Of course I wasn’t with her, or I would have- yes, I’m with her now. The hospital. She was down to a quart of blood by the time she was clean. Yes. No, Felix. Bring thirty,” he paused, the marble perfection of his thumb tracing over the backside of your hand, caressing your skin as delicately as if you were spun from glass. “Hell, bring forty. Ask Renata if she can be spared. Someone needs to be with Y/n while we’re… yes. Tell Jane I will personally hand-deliver her meals for the next decade if she’s heavy-handed. No, they don’t deserve Alec. They need to suffer for what they’ve done. I want them burned by the end of the week and screaming for death until then.” His voice, which had raised a fraction in volume, returned to its careful hush, his breath rushing from his lungs as he collapsed in on himself, his steady exhales ghosting gently against your hand as he bowed his face over your body. “No, yes, she’s had a transfusion. She smells horrible- well, different. Wrong. This isn’t a joke, Felix. She could be dead.” Another pause, Demetri’s tension present in his baited breath, his next words darted from between clenched teeth like blades. “What was I supposed to do, let her turn? Watch his venom… his venom, Felix? Stop, I can’t do this now. Please, just… relay the information to Aro and get here as soon as you can. I can’t track them until Renata is guarding Y/n. Why would I leave her alone? Felix, she was just attacked. Just… be quick. Ciao.” The electronic end to his conversation was the last distinct sound to come from Demetri, his hand moving over yours in slow, soothing patterns, your dark world fading to colour as you dreamed. When next you woke, your eyes still closed to the world, Demetri’s hand had left yours in the care of a much smaller, slender hand, exiting with a simple “Renata,” and the near unintelligible disturbance in the air as he raced off to hunt the men who had nearly cost you your life.

Her voice was a gentle hum that lulled you easily to sleep, her hands never once departing from your body, her focus entirely absorbed in keeping you safe from any who might wish you harm. Her icy fingertips grazed lazily along the inside of your wrist, meandering along the thin line of your vein until she had reached the innermost part of your elbow. Again and again she made this simple, sensitive journey, humming along absentmindedly to near-ancient Italian lullabies you’d only ever heard from her lips. This was not the first time you had been locked in the steely embrace of her protective company, and her eerily quiet and wordless presence had grown almost comforting. As you faded in and out of consciousness, occasionally opening your eyes to glimpse the fair olive-toned complexion of the alarmingly beautiful woman by your bedside, your mind was wrapped around a single, disturbing thought. It racked your brain like steel over soil and tormented your mind, fizzled in your fingertips and tensed in the joints of your toes. You couldn’t help but notice the steady thrumming of your own heart within your chest, an electronic echo bouncing about the room from the monitor by your bed. The chill of Renata’s touch had not been altered since last you had seen her, and the constant dripping of fluids seeping into your all too vulnerable veins was as clear a sign as any; you were still human. Demetri had damn near bled you dry trying to remove the Romanians’ venom from your system, allowing your life to dangle on a weakened and frayed silk thread rather than listen to the words that had come shrieking from between your lips as your body burnt from within.

He had ignored your plea to change.

You faded in and out of consciousness over the course of many days, your eyelids occasionally fluttering open to drug-swirled images of half-familiar faces and a million mottled sounds filtering through the hospital room’s still air. As the days passed, Renata became more and more anxious to leave. She could never be far from Aro for very long without worrying about his safety. As if anyone would make an attempt on his life, regardless of her presence. The man was a god, and untouchable for countless other reasons. You assumed Alec’s company would be more than enough to ward off the reckless. The days and nights faded into one unsightly blur of intravenous needles pressed deep into veins and hospital bed sheets stirring stiffly as they were changed around your slumbering body. Immobile as your body was and slurred though your mind had become, you were aware of the shift in size as one pair of hands, so delicate and frail, were replaced by the wide, smooth expanse of Demetri’s palm. He spoke her name, a promise of returning to Volterra as soon as you were well dancing from his lips, and she was gone with a sliver of an almost inaudible sigh. Your eyes opened, your vision clearer now that the heavier medicines had run their course and been removed from your daily cocktail, Demetri’s violent crimson irises coming into view, his hand deftly clasping over your own. His gaze fell to meet your eye, his skin glowing strangely beneath the fluorescent lighting despite the obvious flush his recent hunts (both vampire and human) had caused to blossom in the swell of his lips and the apples of his cheeks. He parted his lips to speak, but your voice, uneven and crackling from lack of use, overthrew the silence that had stagnated within the room.

“What did you do?” you accused, your eyes burning with livid tears, watching Demetri’s expression fall to one of extreme guilt. He spoke your name, a beginning to a long-winded lecture, but you overpowered him once more, your hand retracting from beneath his hold, abandoning the company of his palm. “Why? Who gave you the right, and after you asked me! You can’t just take liberties with someone’s life like that, with my life, Demetri! It was my choice, you even said so yourself, and you deliberately-” His voice fluttered to an understandable volume, his tone working to hush his words from the possible intrusion of an eavesdropping nurse.

“I had to. You don’t understand, you couldn’t possibly understand… if you had seen yourself as I had seen you, writhing on the ground, your blood saturating the soil…” he paused briefly, aware of your desire to interrupt him, his jaw clenching with the painful extent of his memory. “I couldn’t watch you go through that, not in that way. I couldn’t bear it.” You scoffed, your throat scratching painfully. It had been quite some time since water had entered your body through any mode outside of a tube, and your throat was suffering for it.

“What, are you going to pretend it was because you couldn’t bear to see a human in pain? Did your diet change in the, what, ten minutes you were gone? And I thought you didn’t like the Cullens, Demetri. Count me surprised.” You hissed, watching your lover’s features twist and contort with frustration as you all but bit into him with your words. His eyes, which had lowered during your speech, snapped up to meet your own, his irises hardened into sinister garnets, though the emotion behind his eyes remained pained and broken. His lips pursed into a thin, aggravated line, his words seething through clenched teeth.

“It isn’t about that. You know it isn’t about that, it never was. It’s-” You jumped in, your volume raising by clicks as Demetri continued to refuse to admit his guilt and wrongdoing. If you had to work hours to milk an apology out of him, you would. You had considerably less time than you would have had if the venom had spread, but Hell, you had time.

“What is it, then? Did you not want me to turn? Did you forget that Aro is all but chomping through the bit to lock-down my immortality or turn me into a buffet, or were you too absorbed in the fact that you don’t want me around? Those are the signals you’re broadcasting, Demetri, so pick one out for me so I can think about something else.” You paused, watching his expression soften as the pain so potent within your chest leaked into the windows of your eyes. “I love you, Demetri. I won’t ever love anyone more than I love you. My heart is already full to bursting, so I can’t imagine there ever being someone else that makes me… why isn’t that enough for you? How am I not enough?” Demetri’s hand closed over your own. You retracted once, weakly, and relaxed into his hold when he refused to allow movement. He held your hand until you met his eye once more, his frigid fingertip extending to catch a falling tear cascading over the plane of your cheekbone, his voice soft and honeyed in your ear.

“It is enough. It’s more than enough. Yn, it’s-” You rolled your eyes as he fought to talk circles around your inquisition, his voice pained, his brow knotted with sympathetic heartbreak.

“It’s what?” you cried, your tear-bleary eyes struggling to focus on his face, his response voicing itself a mere second after your interruption.

“It’s the venom! I couldn’t have you… I… I wanted it to be my own. I needed it to be mine. It isn’t about immortality or Aro or seeing you burning on the ground with blood coursing from your skin like a running faucet. It has nothing to do with how much you love me or how ardently I adore you,” his hand, wet still from your tears, moved to cup your cheek, cradling your face as he spoke, his eyes as honest as you had ever witnessed them. “I couldn’t have your heart stop because of them. I couldn’t watch your skin harden from Romanian venom, feel your fingers freeze because they decided to attack you. There are a thousand reasons why it was wrong to allow it, but it’s not about that. Hell, it isn’t even about the practicality of my venom on you or the strength of your pull being amplified. I couldn’t care less. It’s about me, and it’s about you, and it’s about the bloody venom. It isn’t some everyday occurrence, biting someone. It’s… it’s intimate. It’s something you and I need to do, not anyone else.” Your teeth ground against each other wearily, your jaw clenching in muted anger.

“So it comes down to possession, then?” Demetri lowered his head in exhausted defeat, rising only after expelling the air from his lungs in an exasperated sigh.

“Y/n, if it was about possession, I would have bitten you when you first walked into the city. I could have wrapped a bow around your throat and offered you to Aro as a gift. I don’t want to possess you, and I don’t want Aro to possess you, and I certainly don’t want some fallen Romanian count thinking he’s got a claim over your immortal soul. It’s about us. It’s a bonding experience, darling. I don’t want someone else taking that from us.” You were quiet then, your heart hammering all too noticeably within your chest. His eyes begged for a response, his hand smoothing gently from your cheekbone down to your throat, running over the expanse of your collarbones.

“You’re telling me the truth?” You inquired, watching Demetri bob his head in agreement, his honesty scribed across his alabaster features, his crimson eyes burning brightly with the intensity of his oath.

“Absolutely. There’s nothing I would keep from you.” You weighed your words carefully, tipping scaled within your mind, hyper-aware of Demetri’s prying eyes watching the wheels turning in your head.

“That’s how you feel?” you pressed, his brow knotting in suspicious confusion, his voice shielded, but honest. He could read you like a book, as clever as he was, but he was drawing a blank as to what you were brewing behind your brow.

“Yes, Y/n, that’s how I feel.” He was asking a thousand questions without voicing a single one of them, his eyes straining to decipher exactly what you were concocting behind closed doors. You inhaled slowly, your words projected by your breath as it rushed from your lungs.

“Then do it now.”

Red Grapefruit and Gin Punch 

As the spring days begin to warm up, light spirits and citrus fruits make the best cocktails. This quick and easy punch will have guests pleasantly sipping to the signs of a new season.


10 minutes prep.

16 oz. fresh Paramount Citrus red grapefruit juice
10 oz. gin
8 oz. fresh Paramount Citrus navel orange juice
8 oz. pineapple juice
Paramount Citrus red grapefruit and navel orange slices, halved and quartered for garnish


1. Add the juices and gin to a 1.5 to 2 quart pitcher. Stir to mix the liquids.

2. Add half slices of grapefruit and oranges to the pitcher. It can be served immediately if you used cold ingredients. Otherwise, refrigerate for about an hour before serving.

3. To serve, fill an 8 to 10 once glass with a few quartered orange and grapefruit slices and pour in the punch.

Lime, Gin and Cherry Soda  

Reminiscent of the classic Singapore Sling, this spiked soda is perfect for sipping on a warm afternoon. It combines the refreshing flavors of gin and lime juice with a touch of sweetness from cherry brandy for an easy cocktail that will simplify your party planning.


5 minutes prep.

1 ½ oz. fresh Paramount Citrus lime juice
1 ½ oz. gin
Club soda
¾ oz. cherry brandy
Paramount Citrus lime slices for garnish


1. Add the lime juice and gin to a 10 to 12 oz. glass and stir. Add ice to fill the class half way.

2. Pour in club soda to fill the glass to ½ inch below the rim.

3. Add the cherry brandy and garnish with a lime slice just before serving.

Red Grapefruit Lemongrass Martini 

This elegant martini combines red grapefruit juice with a delicate touch of lemongrass. It has a light and refreshing flavor that is ideal for a weekend brunch or an afternoon garden party. It’s soft pink hue also makes it a pretty addition to any bar or cocktail station.


5 minutes prep.

1, 2-inch piece lemongrass, sliced
1 teaspoon sugar
1.5 oz. vodka
2.5 oz. fresh Paramount Citrus red grapefruit juice
Curled red grapefruit peel for garnish


1. Place the lemongrass and sugar in a cocktail shaker. Mull them together and add the vodka. Mull again, until the sugar dissolves.

2. Add the grapefruit juice and stir. Add the ice and stir until the drink is chilled.

3. Strain into a martini glass and garnish with grapefruit peel. 

Valencia Orange Frozen Margaritas 

Few drinks can beat a refreshing frozen margarita on a hot summer afternoon. This version uses Valencia orange juice and lime juice for sweet and tangy refreshment. If you have a centrifugal juicer, use it to make the juice as it results in a frothy base for the margaritas. Part of the orange juice is frozen beforehand so be sure to plan ahead. These simple steps create a cocktail bursting with fresh orange flavor.

SERVINGS: 5 to 6

15 minutes + time to freeze the orange juice

2 cups + 3 ½ cups fresh Paramount Citrus Valencia orange juice
Juice of 2 Paramount Citrus limes
6 oz. gold tequila
2 oz. triple sec
Salt to rim glasses
Lime slices for garnish


1. Transfer the 2 cups of orange juice to ice cube trays and freeze until firm.

2. To the pitcher of a large blender add the frozen orange juice cubes, 3 ½ cups fresh orange juice, lime juice, tequila and triple sec. Puree until smooth.

3. Rim each serving glass with salt, fill with the frozen margarita and garnish with a lime before serving. 


DIY Margarita Bar

Let friends create their own drink masterpiece with a DIY Margarita Bar. You provide the ingredients like fresh citrus juice and lime slices, but allow them to mix and match to make their favorite drink. These are a few tips and must-haves for a Margarita Bar that everyone will love.

The Set Up

  • A bar is perfect for both indoor and outdoor parties. Be sure to create a set up that is long enough so that several guests can be working their way down the line as they create their drinks. 
  • Set the bar up in logical order moving from salt, to ice, to liquor and then mixers and garnishes.

The Salt

  • Give guests the option of a salted or unsalted rim. Place a plate of margarita salt or ground sea salt next to the glasses along with lemon and lime wedges.
  • Another option is to pre-salt half of the glassware to save guests time at the bar.

 The Ice

  • Provide crushed ice for those who want their margaritas on the rocks.
  • If you’d like to serve drinks that are more like frozen margaritas consider an ice bucket full of finely ground shaved ice.

The Spirits

  • Offer a variety of tequilas for the margaritas including white and gold tequila and consider something a little different like mezcal.
  • Add some extras like triple sec and other flavored liqueurs.

The Mixers

  • Skip bottled sweet and sour mix and make your own using fresh Paramount Citrus lemon and lime juice. You can sweeten to your preferences with a little simple syrup.
  • Give guests the option to make flavored margaritas by offering fresh squeezed orange juice and mixed berry, mango and watermelon juices.

The Garnish

  • The last step is to dress up the margaritas with garnishes. Supply Paramount Citrus lemon, lime and orange slices, strawberries, blackberries and raspberries.

anonymous asked:

Could you do some meeting each others family head canons for coliver

Oliver meeting Connor’s family. I can only imagine Connor’s immediate family loves Oliver. How could they not? I’m assuming Connor’s father is out of the picture, but his mother and sister are ecstatic about Connor finally settling down with someone. The first time they meet, Oliver is bombarded with questions and pampered with compliments. Gemma even pulls Connor aside and says something like ‘you better treat him right and never let him go’. She clearly sees how much of a positive effect Oliver has had on her brother. 

At some point in their relationship, Connor’s family finds out about Oliver’s HIV. I think Connor’s mother might freak out at first, because she remembers what it was like in the 80′s and 90′s. And she doesn’t mean to, but she says some not so nice things about the situation and about Oliver. Connor immediately defends him, and tries to educate his mother about what it’s really like living with HIV. Even Gemma jumps in to help because she understands easier than her mother how far modern medicine has come.

Maybe a couple years down the road, Connor brings Oliver to the annual Walsh’s holiday party with all the extended family. I bet there’s a rude, homophobic uncle that drinks too much and says horrible things not quite to himself about them. Everyone tells Connor to just let it go. It’s only once a year–better to suck it up and not cause a scene. And so he does, until he hears him insulting Oliver, and then he doesn’t keep his mouth shut anymore.

Connor meeting Oliver’s family. I already headcanoned an older brother who hates Connor when he first meets him. I kind of imagine Oliver’s parents the same way. Maybe they dislike Connor because they know he cheated once before? Either way, Connor has to prove himself to them before they accept that he’s good enough for their son. 

Maybe Oliver had been so busy preparing for his parent’s visit that he forgot to take his daily medical cocktail. Connor of course flips out when he notices it’s midday and Oliver’s pills are still in the daily pill dispenser. Or maybe Oliver’s mother is causing a fuss in the kitchen trying to help with the cooking and she notices a bottle of Truvada with Connor’s name on it next to Oliver’s multiple medications. Or maybe they just see them being cute and domestic together. Like Connor can’t find his keys and Oliver tells him they’re on the dresser in bedroom, where they always are. Or Oliver notices and points out that Connor bought spreadable butter instead of the regular stick kind because Oliver hates the stick kind. Little things like that, that help change their opinion of Connor.


Sam and I just got back from our trip to Niue (New-ay), an island in the South Pacific in the middle of a triangle formed by Tonga, Samoa and the Cook Islands. It was a beautiful, hot, magical, relaxing, amazing time, and we are sad to be home. Where it’s cold. Missing the daily cocktails and snorkeling and reading in the sun!

Here are some of our photos. Wah, I want to go back! 

I made sure to take a couple of photos of me in my swimsuits, including one in my new Swimsuits for All bikini that I bought a few months ago. I was one of the only women who wore a bathing suit without being constantly covered with a t-shirt or something else. Even when swimming or snorkeling. No matter their size. I was caught off guard by this, because at the last resort I went to - on Zanzibar - all women wore togs all the time, usually bikinis, no matter their size. I guess I assumed this was normal (how naive, right?); between that experience and tumblr, I’ve become sheltered into believing that everyone is more comfortable with their bodies. Anyway, because of this I was a bit nervous at first to bare it all in my togs, especially the bikini, but got over it pretty quickly and then was just happy that I could enjoy the sun in the most comfortable way possible.

P.S. The last photo is Sam and I with our sad faces at having to leave.

Summer Sunset Cocktail 

This drink combines sweet Valencia orange juice with zesty lime juice for a rum cocktail perfect for a summer evening. Serve it at your next cookout and toast with friends to the start of a great summer.


5 minutes prep.

3 oz. fresh Paramount Citrus Valencia orange juice
1.5 oz. gold rum
1 oz. amaretto
.5 oz. fresh Paramount Citrus lime juice
Crushed ice
Paramount Citrus lime and Valencia orange slices for garnish


1. Stir together the orange juice, rum, amaretto and lime juice in a cocktail shaker. Strain into an 8 to 10 ounce glass filled with crushed ice. Garnish with a lime and orange slice before serving. 

Kinda hard to believe, but regular lazy pup will celebrate his 15th birthday next month. That’s, like, a-bajillion-years-old in pup years, amirite? In addition to being completely deaf, regular lazy pup is also starting to get kinda sorta senile. Sometimes he’ll just stand in the middle of a room and just stare blankly into space.

Last night, regular lazy pup was a limping, sad faced, arthritic mess, and he was having a really hard time walking around or getting comfortable. We kinda had a moment of panic that it might be the end for him. I called the vet this morning and described regular lazy pup’s weird behavior and pain, and the vet suggested that maybe regular lazy pup’s arthritis was flaring up.

I got some anti-inflammatory pain meds for regular lazy pup today, and after his first dose, he’s like a new pup! With mini lazy pup on his daily cocktail of anxiety meds, I now have two pups who are basically high as kites just to stay normal. It’s awight.

Lemon, Ginger, Honey and Whiskey Sipper 

This citrus sipper makes an ideal drink for a lazy afternoon or an evening enjoyed with friends. It’s a combination of simple flavors that are delicious any time of year. Either whiskey or bourbon whiskey can be used in this recipe and feel free to serve it with or without ice.


5 minutes prep.

1 oz. fresh Paramount Citrus lemon juice
1 tablespoon honey
½ teaspoon finely grated fresh ginger
4 oz. whiskey  
Paramount Citrus lemon slices or zest for garnish


1. Add the lemon juice and honey to a cocktail shaker. Stir well until the honey is dissolved. Stir in the ginger. Add the whiskey.

2. Add 2 to 3 ice cubes and stir until the drink is well chilled. Strain an equal amount into each of 2 cocktail glasses (with or without ice). Garnish with lemon slices or lemon zest before serving.