When I was a teenager and grunge was still cool, a friend of mine went to bartending school (I didn’t mean for that to rhyme) and promptly held a party afterward in which he made daiquiris. Or, to be more accurate, he made sickly sweet, frozen red monstrosities that he called daiquiris. My friends and I had a taste, drank every drop we could because it was free, and swore to … [Read more...]