I am on quite a strawberry kick lately so this Strawberry Mojito Recipe should come as no surprise.
And when I say I’m quite a kick, just look at a couple of my previous posts: Summer Strawberry + Green Bean Salad or these super pretty Mason Jar Berry Cheesecake Yogurt Parfaits. And that’s just in the past 2 weeks. It’s safe to say we’ve been eating a lot of strawberries around here. If I had been smarter, I would’ve participated in this marathon strawberry festival of recipes during the actual Louisiana strawberry season. Perhaps I’ll be better prepared next year.
I debated calling these sips of beauty my Power Washing Powerade, but knew that a google search would never land anyone looking for a Strawberry Mojito Recipe to my site by calling it what it really is, and without knowing the background story.
Therefore, I’m going to share the story of my addiction to the power washer with you since you’re already here looking at this here cocktail. Did you catch my admission of guilt?
I am addicted to our power washer.
Like, not to the point where I want to break it out and use it every single weekend, but should we break it out? It’s game on and there’s no stopping me until every single surface is glistening clean….or it runs out of gas. In which case, I plead with my husband to fill er’ back up because mama is on a roll.
This is the scene from last weekend.
Mind you, we actually had our house professionally power washed only a few months ago, but because it has been raining so darn much lately, the shaded brick areas off my front porch were starting to cover themselves with green. Do you know what will drive an OCD person absolutely bonkers? Green gunk right off their front porch.
Here’s how the conversation went down with the husband:
Me: Let’s pull out the power washer and blast the green off the edge of the front porch this weekend, ok?
Husband: You know you’re not going to just do that area, right?
Me: You’re right, I’ll do the porch too but that won’t take 30 minutes.
Husband: Uh huh. (rolling his eyes and pulling out the power washer from the garage)
4 hours later, the porch, walkway, driveway, and sidewalk are squeaky clean. I’m exhausted and filthy, and I’m about to die. Had that not been the case, I probably would’ve done the neighbor’s sidewalks because well, now we stand out like a sore thumb with our sparkly clean surfaces.
And I know what you’re thinking. Why didn’t her husband give her a break?
He did. But the thing about people who are super particular, and a main difference between a male and female power washing? Details. I go in one direction, like using paint brush, either up and down, or side to side, but never, ever both. So when I spot him attacking the driveway with no rhyme or reason, I had to take back control.
- 12 fresh strawberries (hulled)
- 12 fresh mint leaves
- 1/2 cup strawberry syrup (recipe follows)
- 1 lime, juice of
- 1 cup light rum
- 1 liter club soda
- Strawberry Syrup:
- 1 cup fresh strawberries, hulled and sliced
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 3/4 cup water
- To make the strawberry syrup, heat the strawberries and sugar in a medium sauce pan. Bring to a boil, and allow to cook for about 15-20 minutes stirring often. The syrup should begin to turn dark red. Remove from heat, allow to cool, then strain. DO NOT press the strawberries- you’ll get pulp into your syrup.
- Muddle together the strawberries and mint leaves. If you do not have a muddler, add the strawberries and mint leaves to a pitcher and use a wooden spoon to crush the mint and strawberries to release the juice and flavors. If muddling, add the muddled strawberries and mint leaves to a pitcher, along with the strawberry syrup, lime juice and rum; mix well. Top with the club soda and stir until combined. Pour over ice and garnish with more mint.
Naturally, once showered, I needed something refreshing. Something fizzy. Something flavorful. Something with a little more oomph than a Gatorade would provide.
And hence, the Strawberry Mojitos were whipped up.
And y’all, I perked right up and nearly went back out there and handled up on anything else that would sit still and allow me to blast it with some pressure.
I’m insane with that thing, and I know it. And now, you know it too.