It’s not often that I ask this but what does National Rooster Day even mean? Why would roosters get a whole day?
I asked these questions after a very thorough 5 minute internet search looking for the origin of this day and finding nothing. Bet said “Because every animal gets a day? Just like every rose has a thorn? And everyone sings a sad sad song…?” She was doing pull ups at the time so I think the blood had left her brain but she had a point. Why wouldn’t roosters get a day?
And besides, who are we kidding. We’ll celebrate anything.
So today we made a rooster drink. Or rather, we made a drink in their honor.
The Rooster (known in less imaginative circles as a spicy michelada)
2 tablespoons fresh lime juice
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1 teaspoon Sriracha sauce
dash of salt
Mix all this together and pour over ice in a beer glass. I don’t like salt on the rim of my drinks but Bet does; so, if you want salt, pour it all out into another glass, mix together salt and chili powder, rub the rim of the glass with a lime then rotate the glass around in the salt mixture until the rim is covered. THEN pour everything back in, (it’s well mixed now) and fill the rest of the glass with 12oz of the beer of your choice. If you really want to keep in the theme, use a beer from the Rooster Brewing Company in Ogden Utah.
Then sit out on your patio in the middle of the afternoon and bask in the sunlight with a magazine. We thought this sun a mythical creature but lo and behold, it came out today in honor of the roosters.
The Rooster is spicy and sour and delicious. Even a rooster would love it. I know because I asked him.
He said he’s all for it.
I’d like to close with a short poem written by my 6 year old niece and reprinted here with permission:
The Rooster
I had a rooster
And it squawked
All day
I could not stand it.
If you would like a transcript of that poem in the original spelling, just ask.
Happy National Rooster Day!
Gypsy Queen 
quoting poison whilst doing pull up….do i sound awesome or what? the sun was epic, the drink was delicious and pippa’s spelling topped off the evening. or maybe coach and tammy taylor did…not sure. anyhoo, wonderful way to celebrate roosters.
If we have to celebrate, it might as well be roosters! Especially when it involves drinks and the patio and rearranging food a billion times for a photo that’s only mediocre…
The drink looks good. Let’s here for dem Roosters! Love the poem.
We’ll have one when I get back to AZ!
Many of us take roosters seriously, after all males of all stripes are, shall we say, indespensible. Our hens would be lost w/o Milt (he’s a rooster, just for the record). I’ll pass on the good news that he has a day in his honor, he’ll be impressed!
What does an impressed rooster look like?
We are looking forward to seeing the original poem. Love to P.
It’s one for the record books. I think Bet should frame it.
Love the poem!! you guys just crack me up. please say you are both coming to the reunion to liven things up.
If I make it, we’ll do our best to keep you entertained :)
I’m thinking back to my introduction to the mighty Michelada- It was July, I was 12 weeks pregnant and had just driven from Acapulco to Mexico City in a hot car with three other people. In their parched and somewhat rattled state, the consensus was that the MIchelada was the most thirst quenching and satisfying drink ever. I had a bottle of water. If you are brewing them up again, I’m kind of due for one (or two). Call me. Cheers.
If you EVER have a pirate, New Orleans, LaFitte’s or SAZARAC day, please call.
this calls for a playdate…just saying.
Kristina, we shall have micheladas before I leave Bellingham. And pirate day would be awesome!
Drink: Awesome (esp) the Sriracha. Poem: Clearly this child is working on a metaphoric level — I sense deeper meaning relevant to many of life’s persistent torments. What, no reading Chaucer on Rooster Day? Chanticleer would be sad.
Drinking on the patio while reading Esquire trumps Chaucer every time…