Susan Marie Molloy

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Date Night: Bustanoby Cocktail

Several months ago, I picked up a very vintage bartender’s guide, Trader Vic, published in 1948. You can read about it HERE.

A couple of weeks ago, my beau and I wanted to try a vintage cocktail, I was in the mood for crème de menthe, and voila! There was something called a Bustanoby Cocktail.

A little research outside the bartender’s guide revealed there was a restaurant in New York City years ago. Perhaps this cocktail originated or was named for Bustanoby’s Restaurant at 148 East 556th Street, New York City. I don’t know for sure; research revealed little to nothing, except I found one of their menus from who knows when? The drink menu page offers a Bustanoby’s Fizz, but that’s not the drink I’m sharing today. Here’s what the drink menu page from the restaurant looks like. Wow! Those prices!

Now back to the Bustanoby Cocktail. This is the recipe from the 1948 Trader Vic’s bartender guide:

And this is what it looks like in real life:

It’s an interesting cocktail. The orange juice tones down the rock ‘em sock ‘em crème de menthe; it’s barely perceptible in the background as you sip it. We like this vintage cocktail for its uncommon and subtle minty taste.

And since it’s Saint Patrick’s Day, why not try something different that the ho-hum been-there-done-that green beer?


©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.




It’s strawberry harvest season here, and this past weekend was the Strawberry Festival in a nearby town. I was in, and so was my beau. The weather was perfect: Sunny, blue skies, fluffy white clouds, and the temperature was around 83*F. Would you like to come along with us? Let’s go!

To start, I couldn’t resist taking this picture of a couple strawberry balloons:
A booth was offering something called “Irish Strawberry Shortcakes.” I asked my beau what that was. “I have no idea,” he said. “That’s new to me.”Getting closer to the booth, it just seemed like the usual shortcake piled high with juicy strawberries and a shot of (-gag-choke-gag-) canned whip cream:
Moving along down the street, we stopped to listen to a Jazz Band:
Around the corner, a farmer was selling ginormous white onions:
I like elephant ears, but didn’t get one this time around:
There they are! Look!  Look!  Strawberries! By the huge box!
We picked out one of the huge boxes, and started for home.  Look! Our favorite Stilt People. We first saw them at Colonial Day in January. They were featured in my blog, “Day Tripping: Quirky Colonial Day – Part 1 of 2” that you can read HERE.
On our way home, we gave in and snacked on one of the large, sweet, and juicy strawberries:
Now, this is a lot of berries! My plans for them? We’re making homemade strawberry ice cream this week and a batch of strawberry jam.

Sounds good, doesn’t it?

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Joy in February, Joy in Lent, and Just Plain Joy!

In a way, this was a slow week for me, and that was nice. I got over the flu thing pretty much from all the rest I took. Yay.

While I rested, my Kindle was busy serving me up with a lot of short stories and poems. It made for good reading, even on those nights I couldn’t fall asleep. It’s surprising how many good works I found from new authors. So, resting can be productive in its way.

We took The Chariot (our car) in for its routine oil change, and on the way back home, we finally stopped at the little Polish Deli near our cottage. I was in Heaven! I picked up some fresh kiełbasa, a link of kiszka, and two pounds of pierogi (one with kapusta and one with cherries).The lady at the Polish deli seemed to be tickled pink at my excitement at finding the deli. Truthfully, it’s difficult to find anything Polish (food, culture, et cetera) where we live now, in the South. Back home in Chicago, you’d have no problem at all. I’m all Polish; by the way, it’s part of my heritage, and I like keeping up with my family’s traditions.

I felt a little girlish, a lot giddy, and so darn overjoyed that I now have a place to get the foods I normally don’t make at home from scratch. I can make the pierogi, but I’m looking for a good kiełbasa recipe (and the sausage attachment for my Kitchen Aid mixer).

On Valentine’s Day, we got a lovely card from my aunt. Not a bad return on the LOVE. I talked with her for a good hour – so much to catch up on! – and my beau and I had a quick lunch at the country club that’s just down the street from our cottage.

Anyway – it was a good week, and I hope yours was good, too.

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Chili con Carne, Life in the Oasis, and Writing

A little bit about me, my blog, and outlook on life:

You, probably like me, have been hearing ad infinitum how blasted cold it’s been lately. And if you live in that cold weather, I feel for you. I grew up in Chicago, where wintry winds off the lake fuel the bitterly cold air temperatures. Oh, yeah, and then there was the short time when I lived about 50 miles from the Manitoba, Canada border, where it seemed winter lasts 48 weeks out of the year. So, I know cold.

It’s been cool here, too, in Florida. The air temperature actually got into the 20s*F the past couple nights. Who would’ve thought? Well, so much for escaping the Midwest’s cold winters! To warm us up, I made a large pot of homemade chili con carne, and used chunks of beef instead of ground beef, for a change of dining pace.

As we were eating, I was thinking about when I started blogging, which was about 6 years ago. How it started was when my beau suggested it. His own blogging began when he retired from his long public service career and became a real estate broker, which led to him moving into the property management business, which, after that flamed out (rather, he burned out), led him to writing about beading art and wire work. Now, his occasional blog explores and comments upon the twisted side of life in It’s a Twisted Life According to Gene.

Which brings me back to my blog. I went from one leitmotif to another, and I didn’t seem to find my comfort level. Right now, if you flip through my blog, you will only find blogs as early as 2014, and those are just book reviews. Unfortunately, I wiped out a lot of articles I wrote because, in a fit of non-confidence one day, I got rid of blogs I thought were goofy. Or stupid. Or boring.

How silly.

Yes, it took me awhile, but I found what’s comfortable for me. My blog is subtitled, “Life in the Oasis”. What it means is, that my life – my world – is rich, lush, productive, and a sanctuary, while the world outside might be a foreboding wasteland at times. Moreover, my beau – my husband – is my own oasis, where he is, and always was, the one person I could always find refuge in, comfort, and happiness when the world outside was demanding, cruel, and inhospitable.

So – life in the oasis is a place – tangible and intangible – where harmony, fertility, cheerfulness, and optimistic thinking reign.

My blog focuses on the positive aspects of life, and the things I like. I write about my mundane daily life, movie and book reviews, how my beau and I keep love flaming hot, my discoveries and adventures, our travels, tips on homemaking, and other whacky subjects. I share my poems and photographs and share your blogs that grab me. And there are a variety of topics that can’t be particularly categorized, but they make it to this blog.

Since I left my glamorous 9 to 5 job (sarcasm) this past summer, I’m working at home now doing things I love (writing, reading, creating art, homemaking, travelling, being a wife, waiting on His Lordship and Her Ladyship – our two dogs, Toby and Trixie).  My blog has gently become an oasis where I hope you will find a few minutes to stop by and discover pacific, nurturing, and hilarious topics that somehow enrich your life, as your blogs do for me.

Welcome to Life in the Oasis.
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Your logical, well-thought out comments here are what I live for.

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.


Winter – A Haiku to Gently Ease into 2018

Ringing in the New Year was fun, and I got to dress up in my basic black and sparkly rhinestone dress. My beau wore his zoot suit jacket and top hat, and wouldn’t you know it, I forgot to take pictures. The cover of my poetry chapbook, Gallery Night, is of my beau wearing the same outfit a couple years ago (close enough, but no cigar this year):Returning to last night, there were hot and cold hors d’oeuvres, the tinkling of high ball glasses mixed nicely with the soft music in the background, and story-telling and laughter heightened the party’s gaiety. It wasn’t the wildest party, but it wasn’t the most boring, either.

I got up early this morning – it was more of a nap I took, really – and as I am sitting down and writing this quick blog while the tea kettle is heating up, I came across a bunch of poems I wrote either last year or the year before. Here’s one of my favorites:


The snow comes softly
Cold and wet and silently,
Lingering for months.

It reminds of a New Year’s Eve around 1975-76-77, where it actually snowed that night in Chicago, and it was slushy. And being the fashion icon I was back in those days, I went out without boots. I wore black high heel suede sandals. Imagine the slipping around I did. Imagine my wet and frozen feet.  Imagine me, young and foolish. Right?

I hope your New Year’s Eve was nice and enjoyable, no matter if you celebrated wildly, slept through it, or completely forgot about it.

Happy New Year!

©Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.