Sometimes, a weekend takes a life of its own.



So Stu and I thought it would be a great idea to do a shot of rum and ragu, or rum'n'ragoo, which is what I think the kids are calling it these days. Okay, correction. I thought it would be a swell idea, and Stu knew it for the folly it was. Somehow a few months ago it became the "official drink of the apartment", simply because the name rolls quite nicely off the tongue, but nobody in the apartment had actually ever tried it. In fact, we could be the first people in the world to ever try it. Who knows. A Google search for "rum and ragu" reveals just ONE hit, a menu which serves duck and penne in a rum and ragu sauce. Well then.

Let me tell you, before you experiment at home, that I can safely say that there is NOTHING worse than a shot of rum and ragu. The gentle, familiar taste of ragu is annihilated and replaced with the dark, burning underbelly of the rum. And the ragu neutralizes the rum's spice. Plus, it's chunky. God, oh god. This is how we felt after. Yum!