As of yesterday, I think I was the last person in the country who hadn’t read The Help. It wasn’t for lack of trying — I’ve been on the list at the library forever, but due to demand and budget cuts, I’m still nowhere near the top.
Anyway, yesterday, my Mother-in-Law loaned me her copy, and I dove right it. If you’ve read it, you know that it’s a quick and absorbing read. so absorbing, in fact, that I stayed up until 2 am to finish it. Oops. Nor the smartest move for a woman with an infant who averages 3-4 hours of sleep a night in the first place.
This is all a long way of explaining why 8:30 pm found me passed out on the sofa. The Husband gently shook me awake to ask if I’d done my ice pop yet. I shot up with a curse, but he said I could go back to sleep; today he’d be in charge of popmaking.
Apparently, he started with just the V-8, but it was too sweet. So he tried to cut it with the lemonade, but it was still too sweet, so he made some tea and mixed that in.
The resulting pop was great. The tea added a nice dry edge, while the juice flavor and sweetness still shone through. It tasted very similar to Red Zinger tea.
The Husband hit this one out of the park. Guess I should stop swatting him away every time he approaches the Zoku.