Blue Angels and John Dalys 3


We used to sit on my grandmother’s roof when the Blue Angels came to town. She had one of those old school houses with a flat top that leaked in places you could never find. We’d lay on blankets and watch the planes roar over. Their sound quickly followed in an explosive rumbling that filled our ears. I used to think I could smell the gas burning from their engines. Now, I’m pretty sure it was the smell of tar softening in the sun.

I remember one summer looking up at a pilot’s face. My mouth dropped. Gavey gave one of her hooting yells. It was like magic. Gavey’s house was always magic.

This last weekend was Seafair and for the first time since Gavey sold her house, I felt a Blue Angel buzz my head. I hooted and hollered. Somewhere, I know she was smiling and yelling along with me. She would have loved watching the Blue Angeles on a boat, in the middle of a party. Gavey was all about good times. (Clearly, I come by it honestly.)

Though Gavey drank her scotch the same way my mom and I do, on the rocks with a twist of lemon, I know she too would have loved the John Dalys we were drinking last Saturday. It’s a good-time, get-at-it, love-the-day sort of drink. They were just the thing for lots of people and sunny weather.

John Daly
Serves 4

This recipe can be doubled, tripled, quadrupled (you get the idea). Your only restriction is how big of a container you have to hold it all.

1 cup vodka
1 cup ice tea
1 cup lemonade
4 lemon wedges

Combine vodka, ice tea, and lemonade in a large pitcher. Keep chilled. Serve in a large cup over ice and garnish with a lemon wedge.

p.s. I’m sorry for the lack of pictures. There was a lot going on that day.


About Mikaela Cowles

I’m a food-gobbling, book-reading, aspiring photog. Born and raised in Seattle, I love dancing in the rain, bouquets of fresh basil and green grass between my toes. I like how kneading butter into flour makes my fingers soft. I’m passionate about all things sweet potato. I prefer my coffee black, my scotch on the rocks and my steak bloody. I hunt, when I have time; play basketball; and hike. I’ve been known to laugh so hard I hyperventilate. And, I’m the owner of Making Language Count, a boutique freelance writing business.


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