Mango Banana Daiquiris
- By Katie Roche
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- 08 Sep, 2018
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It occurs to me as I set out to write about making this that all of my non-alcoholic life, I have never even thought about the fact that a “virgin daiquiri” is literally a smoothie. 21-year-old me at Olive Garden on my birthday thought I was *pretty cool* with my virgin mango daiquiri and fettuccine alfredo; I’ve come a long way since then, mostly by marrying my super-Italian husband whose family sees Olive Garden on commercials and LOLs, but asks super curiously if he’s ever been to one. Now I know that daiquiries are smoothies with alcohol and that Italian people don’t really eat alfredo, like, ever.
Cue item-quest for the specific type of rum Ina lists with the ingredients. I’m getting to know the people at the liquor store by my gym rather well, which sounds nefarious, but isn’t - it’s just because I am always asking them if whatever liquor I’m searching for comes in another quantity besides “giant”. They are astonishingly listless; if I worked in a liquor store and was fielding these kinds of questions from someone like myself, I’d be really interested in what they’re doing buying liquors they know literally nothing about. I have volunteered the information, and they don’t seem amused. I got my rum - it is giant - and proceeded to the Whole Foods next door, where mangoes were $2.99, each. My moral victory of the day was letting the cashier know he had undercharged me, and I got two of my three mangoes for free. #blessed

So, mangoes are one of my favorite fruits, but I never buy them because they are very inconvenient to eat. Dan walked into the kitchen to find me trying to slice one for myself a month or so ago, and was horrified at my lack of technique. He looked up how to do it correctly on YouTube, which I did not appreciate at the time, but when I read this and saw that I needed two cups of chopped mango, I realized that my method of haphazardly hacking off slimy pieces was not going to work very well. I consulted YouTube (or, as Dan calls it, “dad”, i.e., “just see if dad knows how to do it”) and was treated to six minutes, which was five and a half minutes too long, of a lady in a black chef coat explaining how to peel and chop a mango. And I did it!!!

I also peeled the banana - significantly easier - but can we all agree that the lil banana stringies are the grossest ever?

It basically just all went into the blender, along with the juice of these beautiful limes. Better believe I’m juicing by hand up in here, no bottled lime juice for me.


My counter doesn’t have effortless white bowls of fresh fruits or jauntily placed books - it is cluttery, but you can see my brontosaurus salt and peppa shakers back there, and also a little bit of my pastasaurus. I think Ina would feel right at home. JK, her extinct-species salt and pepper shakers would be of a middle class couple in the Hamptons.
I blended it up and gave it a try and credit where it is due - for once in its miserable life, banana didn’t completely overpower the thing that it was in. I can actually taste other things. BUT the main other thing I taste is the rum, which is not my favorite, and made this taste like a smoothie to me, but way gross-er. I would make this again, but without the rum - as a smoothie, on purpose. Dan took a sip of the rum straight from the bottle and then had to try the drink again the next day because he said after sipping rum, all he could taste was rum. On the second go-round, he liked it.



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So with that, #1: Juice of a Few Flowers

We went to Publix to ItemQuest for this and Dan said, "Don't we already have strawberries???" And I had to confess that I had eaten them all because it's honestly amazing how good fruit can be when it's 1) in season, 2) somewhat local, and 3) not ludicrously expensive. I'm about to travel home to Alaska for about a month, and it's going to put a real damper on my current fruit-snacking habits when I go into Fred Meyer for some strawbs and they're like, $7/lb and already trying to be moldy. Also needed blueberries (partly for the jam, mostly for the snax), one Granny Smith apple, and more superfine sugar. Publix had all of these things, plus about a million old people 'cause Sunday + Publix = Old People City.




So down to the granola bar ingredients. I rolled up to Kroger only to find that their already meager bulk bins had been EMPTIED because if you scoop dates into a bag and then someone else scoops dates into a bag, you might get the coronavirus. I'm glad they've taken the precaution of removing this shopping option, since I cannot resisting licking my hands after every grocery trip I make. Thankfully, they still had the lil tower of small containers of some of the weirder items right there in the organic section, which was where I was able to find dates. The rest of this stuff was on the baking aisle, with the exception of wheat germ which was, for some reason, with the cereal. I'm still kind of unclear on what wheat germ is actually used for by people, and the context of it being located on the cereal aisle makes me wonder even more. Do people eat it like grape nuts? Sprinkle it on stuff like how people like to do with nutritional yeast right now? ("It tastes just like cheese!" You know what else tastes like cheese? Actual cheese. You're welcome.) Anyway, I was very grateful that Kroger at least had everything I needed and I didn't have to go on a for real ItemQuest.

ItemQuest was only dramatic because the stores just DID NOT have puff pastry sheets; I was only finding it in "shells". I tried Bi-Lo and Dan tried Food Lion before he finally located sheets at Publix. The rest of the ingredients, I already had on hand!