Roy Rogers: The man, the myth, the beverage.

Here's a clip from Scrubs that I always think of when ordering a non-alcoholic beverage that carries a person's name. So, Arnold Palmer, Shirley Temple, Roy Rogers, and O.J. (who skates through on a technicality - oh, hush, I just mean that "O.J." actually stands for orange juice).

J.D.: "I've taken your best qualities and my best qualities and combined them into something better - much the way that iced tea and lemonade were joined to become an Arnold Palmer. Incidentally, has anyone ever done less to become famous? I mean, 'Yay for me, I mixed two drinks together!'"

Dr. Cox: "Arnold Palmer is a golfer."

J.D.: "I'm sure he has lots of hobbies, Perry - the man's a drink mogul."



Grenadine? ...check.

Ice-cold Coca Cola? ...check.

Untold deliciousness that is more than the sum of its parts? ...CHECK.

Now where are my maraschino cherries?

Rosemary lemonade. I mean it.

It's exactly what it sounds like. And it was good. Now I just have to think of how to get it tasting even rosemerrier. Maybe if I let the rosemary steep in lemon juice for quite a while? I could even heat it up, then cool it back down. We'll see. But even on the first try, this stuff was goo-oo-ood. I piled up some rosemary, salt, and sugar on a piece of lemon, and crushed it all into the lemon as best I could. Then, I poured in a little Sierra Mist, let it bubble, and filled the glass with lemonade.

It was flipping good!