I got a message on Facebook last week. This is not news. I get lots of messages on Facebook; in fact, there are more than a few people with whom my primary method of communication is Facebook. There are several with whom my ONLY method of communication is Facebook. The message in question came from one of those people. (I mean the only communicating on Facebook people, I'm not being clear, am I?)
The message came from my friend Rebecca. To make a really good blog post, I'd tell you about our adventures together back in the day, and all the crazy things we used to do. Or, being that I'm glued to the computer a lot of the time, I'd tell you in what unexpected way we bumped into each other on the internet, sharing a common interest and becoming fast friends, despite never having seen each others's faces. Maybe this won't be such a good blog post.
Rebecca and I have met, but only for a week, about twenty-*cough* years ago - I was 14, and I want to guess she was about 7, and I spent a week with her family in Kanata, Ontario. We haven't seen each other since. We didn't really keep in touch. But through the magic of Facebook and a mutual friend who, I assume, she knows through church connections, and who I know because I once accidentally stole his pillow, (sorry Dave!) we are friends again. Again? I guess it's again. Sort of different now, seeing as we're both grown women with families and all. I'll stick with again though. Bec lives in Australia, a fact I'm somewhat jealous of, and spends her days playing with her toddler son and being a doting preacher's wife, and baking and cooking and watching James Bond. We don't talk often, but we read each other's blogs, and every so often send a message to comment on what seems to be happening in the other's life. You thought I was never getting back to that message, didn't you?
The message she sent last week was one of encouragement, which I needed and appreciated. She didn't want to see me give up on (among other things) my 100-recipe challenge, and suggested I do a few easier things to keep it going, until my life settles down. She mentioned hummus, which I fully intend to do (as soon as I buy chickpeas) and soup, which I will probably do when it's a bit cooler here, and mixed drinks, which I am doing right now. But Bec is not only mommy to a little fellow, she's expecting another baby soon, so in her honour, I offer virgin mojitos. (For those who need a bit more kick, add a shot or two of white rum, and it's still lovely.) Cheers, and thanks Rebecca, and all the rest of you who do so much to keep a smile on my face.
a few sprigs of fresh mint
1 ounce of simple syrup (don't know how to make it? It's easy!)
6 ounces of soda water
Pick out the prettiest sprig of mint, and reserve it for garnish. From the others, muddle a few mint leaves (think bruise, not smash) with the simple syrup in the bottom of a tall glass. Add ice cubes. Squeeze half of one lime into the glass, reserving the other half for garnish (I like slices, I'm told wedges are more traditional). Top with soda water. Stir, drop in lime pieces, and decorate with the last sprig of mint.