Sun tea and lemonade, they go together like old white men and golf. The Arnold Palmer is my all time favorite drink on a hot day. I should rephrase that, the Arnold Palmer is my all time favorite virgin drink on a hot day. It's crisp, refreshing and incredibly thirst quenching so it's no wonder why this was Mr. Palmer's drink of choice when he was putting around on the green.
Since moving to Santa Barbara in August, I am surrounded by these affluent, resorty, Tommy Bahama, Titleist toting, Arnie Palmer types, thanks to the sizable retirement age demographic here. As an outsider who definitely doesn't fit this archetype, it has been a bit of a (lack of) culture shock for me. I realize I am quite literally on their turf, so I can't really complain.
The good news is, they are all extremely friendly. A little too friendly, in fact. The thing is, I get hit on (strangely, a lot) by AARP card carriers. Not the charming, handsome silver fox, Roger Sterling type, but more of the Wilfred Brimley riding through a diabetes commercial on a horse variety. I've always been told I have an old soul, maybe that explains it. Or, could I be putting out some kind of geriatric vibe and smell of ointments and soup?
It's weird how it happens, too. They always start by complimenting me on my outfit; more specifically my shoes. I kindly thank them as they try to get a conversation going, but the 45+ year age gap makes it challenging. It usually escalates to a slightly inappropriate outburst and me feeling rather uncomfortable as I shuffle away. Once, I was even gifted a vintage pinup calendar because the man said I reminded him of the the Miss January, Nineteen Forty-Something. I don't see it.
Maybe it's something that comes with age? Like they get to a point where they just don't give a F anymore and say whatever comes to mind. Or maybe I actually look a heckuvalot older than I am and I get mistaken for a peer. I hope it's not the latter, I am not ready for sweater sets and Easy Spirits.
Turning a lemon party into lemonade, I've come up with this pucker perfect recipe for Arnold Palmer Madeleines that's irresistible at any age.Print