To mimosa or not to mimosa?

that is the question...

I used that line for my Facebook status this morning and thought I would run with it for a blog post.

Are my thoughts turning to bubbly fun in a glass because I actually feel a bit bad for England? Their 4-1 loss to Germany in the FIFA World Cup tournament has left me feeling somewhat uncomfortable but I'm not quite certain why. While I can appreciate a good game, I'm not a fan of either team. My futebol allegiance lies with Portugal.

What does all this have to do with mimosas? I'm not quite sure. Let me think about this. Nothing's coming to me. That's probably because I got sidetracked (guess my thoughts went offside) by soccer talk. Back to what really matters. The bubbly amusement.

I love mimosas so much that I'm surprised that I'm even questioning having one. As I've downed a water bottle, I've fantasized about the sweet spumante (the cheap stuff does the job very well for mixing), comingling with the citrus fruit juice and creating heaven in a glass. I've even tried a white beer/orange juice mimosa for brunch at Kalendar (Toronto) and was pleasantly surprised at how delightful the combination was.

On Facebook, I said I would wait until Argentina played Mexico today in the knock-out round of 16, but now that I've had a chance to sit down and actually think about the reasons why I love this pseudo cocktail, it strengthens my resolve. I'll test my powers of resisting temptation and will aim to wait until 2:30pm. Some might scoff and say there will be no golden trophy awarded for not having a drink now. I would politely disagre...the mimosa is a golden prize worth a little wait.