Watermelon Daiquiri

The trashy cook should not be stoveside too long without a drink in hand. And preferably this drink. You don’t have to go overboard with the postmodern, anxiously ironic bit: this is ambrosia for even the good-taste gods.

But if on the other hand you’re concerned that commendation might detract from its vulgar charm, just make it and drink it, wearing mules to match.

The watermelon doesn’t come frozen, by the way, engaging thought though that is: just buy it, slice it, chunk it, stuff it into suitable bags and stash them vibrantly in the freezer.