Combine the juices and honey in a pot on the stove top. Heat the mixture, stirring occasionally, until the honey has dissolved. It doesn’t need to be very hot and it definitely shouldn’t boil.
Allow the mixture to cool slightly, then pour it in your favorite pitcher. I use a 2-quart plastic one. If you have one slightly larger or smaller, you should be able to follow this recipe as-is. If your pitcher is much different in size, you may want to change the measurements.
Fill the pitcher about half way with water and stir to combine. If you are adding ice, now is the time to do it. This will cool the drink quickly. Fill the pitcher the rest of the way up with water.
Serve cold, over ice if you like.
To make the hot version, add a few spoonfuls to a mug of hot black tea.
Since many of the popular Star Trek drink recipes include alcohol, this is a kid-friendly alternative that adults will enjoy too. Of course, feel free to add alcohol if you prefer.
I have never played any version of the SIMs. On the way home today, I caught this episode of Snap Judgment, one of my favorite radio programs (who doesn’t love good stories?!) and came across Stephanie Foo’s account of her double-virtual life with Sims.
Mataoka is not pleased with me. If Azeroth and Sims created a game baby, in that new, brave world would Mataoka tell me of her free [AI] will? Of her journey to happiness and satisfaction? That she would be just fine hanging out in Azuremyst for eternity, helping Nobundo in the Exodar train new shamans, or lying in grass-lavendar meadows staring at starry destinies all night? What would Mataoka do if given free reign? She would be open about her loves, as Luperci would be free to, too, and Zeptepi would shed her “nice girl” image and create havoc and power in the shadows? Would Kellda find solace and comfort in her minions? (No, actually she would probably switch sides and take up with Ner’Zhul–I told you she was pissed.)
After listening to the Snap Judgment AI portion, I believe I broke the cardinal rule of virtual play and got my own ego/personae/flesh matrix too caught up in the lives of characters, thus restricting and damning them into mini-me’s: too narrow and suffocating. Like a nagging mother. Ugh.
So, ladies of Drunken Fish: you are free. Let’s see how that works.