Flaming Youth
“That’s quite a flame!” said Mrs. Kitchen Riffs after I (nervously) lit up our Volcano Bowl Cocktail. “I’d say you’re playing with fire there!”
“It is,” I replied, relieved that I hadn’t set our table ablaze. “Look at it flicker – it’s going like a house on fire! Must be a draft somewhere.”
“Say, this isn’t a bad drink!” mused Mrs K R as she took a sip through her long, neon-hued straw. “Puts fire in my belly.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Gets me all fired up!”
“It sorta reminds me of a Mai Tai,” she added. “That’s another cocktail that’s really on fire these days.”
“Hey, we could serve Mai Tais in this volcano bowl someday!” I said. “Or would that be too many irons in the fire?”
“Why not?” said Mrs K R. “We could also try filling it with Planter's Punch. Or almost any Tiki or tropical drink. Maybe we should do that at our next party — it would set the world on fire!”