Happy First Cocktail Friday in March!
I found a song today by accident. Actually, Spotify found it for me. My Friday afternoon Day List was “soul soothing power ballad friday afternoon.” There was a lot of Jon Batiste and Victoria Monet. Soul soothing music to power my feet while I run? Sure thing.
I landed on this group called Infinity Song. They’re a sibling group from NYC described as a soft rock indy harmony sound. The first song on the album of the same name is called “Metamorphosis.” I’ve kind of always been obsessed with butterflies. I hit play. A beat hit my ears, one that tries to lead with intention with the first beat of every bar but then slows down with the rest. It sounded like doubt. It sounded sad.
sometimes I don't like myself
can I be someone else?
I stopped running. The tears choked my breath so I could not go on.
How could they know? How could they read the words I write so deeply on my soul, so buried in the dark that I won’t even let myself read them, let alone sing out loud in song.
But then, as I willed my tears to stop and my breath to catch up, the song shifted. There was a sudden quieting, and then new chord, a new beat, one that moved forward with purpose. It became something else.
You couldn't see a way through it
But look at all the things you did
Look at your metamorphosis
I listened to the words as I picked up my own feet to start running again. I don’t know if the words were sung to the past or to the future, to a friend or to a self.
But today they were sung to me.
You're standing there on that stage
All because you had the faith
Anyway, I didn’t have any plans for a story, sip, and song for this week. But this one spoke to me. I wanted you to know about it.
I’m not really sure what they have to do with this cocktail. Except I feel like the dried strawberries are the metamorphosis inside the drink. Fresh strawberries taste terrible this time of year. It’s like they know they’re not in season and they just don’t like themselves. They want to be someone else. You know how you make them someone else? You buy them dried. Dried strawberries when crushed up and sprinkled into anything is magical. Look at all the things you can do with them–put them on the rim, sprinkle them in like glitter, crush them with mint and sugar and make a delicious mojito. A splash of champagne because a metamorphosis always calls for celebration.
I’m not sure if this song spoke to me because I’m waiting for the metamorphosis, or if maybe I’m realizing it’s already happened. I like to think both answers are true.
Cheers.🦋
✨Mojito-rphisis✨
Dried strawberries
Lime wedge
A few mint leaves
1 t sugar
2 oz bourbon
3-4 oz champagne
Crush dried strawberries. Rim glass with lime and dip into dried strawberries. Add mint, sugar, and a teaspoon of dried strawberries to glass and muddle gently. Add bourbon and stir. Fill glass with ice and top with champagne.
Thank you for letting us into the moment you had with this song ❤️ and also, “Fresh strawberries taste terrible this time of year. It’s like they know they’re not in season and they just don’t like themselves. They want to be someone else.” YES