Most recently published stories in Proof.
How to Make a Boozy & Bougie Aperol Spritz.
We all know the classic Aperol Spritz. The traditional bitter red drink served in a wine glass and garnished with a lime. This is a guide to making a reimagined and enhanced boozier version that is just as refreshing if not more than it's traditional counter part.
How I Made A Strawberry Smoothie
The best part now that with summer around the corner is the food and drink. Nothing beats a Smoothie on a hot summers day. For a recipe that i made for a Strawberry Smoothie was 6 fresh Strawberries low fat milk and yogurt
As, Alex and I are relaxing after putting the gazebo together in our fence-in backyard I take a sip from my glass of wine. In thought, I’m going over how I’ve wanted this type of backyard since I was a little girl. While sipping I keep going over visions of seeing my Grandmother in her garden gardening, while also using that same big yard to entertain family and friends it’s my inspirational motivation I tell you. Just seeing how everyone interacted and engaged with one another warmed my heart to the core! Coming off one of my many thoughts that will have me in a self-battle stare off I start watching him out the corner of my eye grilling it was so sexy to me. When I fully looked his way and smiled, thinking in the back of my mind. HUH! It was hard work to get to this point. While letting a happy tear roll down my face! I quickly wiped it away. Hoping he didn’t notice! Being how attentive Alex is; he notices everything and I mean everything. I know I’m not made for the lighthearted or the weak minded. You have to come with open minded understanding that life comes with ups, maybe downs, and a lot of things we can control and others not so much. I hate to say it. Buttttt…. “When things get tough you could do a few things and each will present a different outcome, because there’s always three sides to a story.” But the only side I want to hear or be on is the truth. It was like a ghetto fairytale that sound just so unreal. He was something out of a movie while I felt I was plain Jane no one ever notices. I had to learn quickly and do everything for myself growing up until I met Alex that is, I just didn’t expect it from him. Reminiscing on how I fell in love over a glass of wine he picked for me. Brings me joy! For a second while watching him take a sip clouds my mind while leaving a fuzzy haze of endearment for him. A Gangster with chivalry is always a plus. Not only is he rough around the edges. He’s also a gentle giant. And a glass of Merlot is what brought us together. Closing and opening my eyes to enjoy my drink I see him staring at me. So, I laugh out of nervousness. Asking him what?” Oh, nothing just admiring your beauty! Why I can’t enjoy your gorgeous face now. With a giggle, “I tell him I didn’t mean it since he put it that way”. But not to sound too corny you’re not so bad yourself handsome. Why thank you Ms. lady
The best and worst version of myself always was brought out by wine, merlot. Behind a glass half empty, she sat under a full shine of smile.
My Name is Kate
I am a glass of Merlot. And what they never tell you about us is that we go on dates, too. The suspense begins in the bottle. We never know which molecule of us will be chosen to go on the date, Poured out in a hurried storm that resembles an avalanche of jewels, or a rope of silk untwisting before your eyes. You might say that, in the bottle, we belong to a collective consciousness, a single unified awareness, and we don’t really know Ourselves or who We are UNTIL we are poured out, until we take the shape of the glass — until we soak up the shimmer of the décor, the swirl of the waitstaff and the roar of a restaurant rush, and become an I, a Me, a Self.
Red Skinned Grapes
I know I’m supposed to be grateful just to have a job during these unprecedented times. I’m not though. Waitressing was never exactly a passion project for me. I began working in restaurants back when I was a bright-eyed nineteen year old, before I realized the term “passion” was a trap manufactured by big money to manipulate lost little dummies like me into working away our most optimistic years for them, all the while convincing ourselves this was our lives’ purpose, back when I believed that artists like me could hone their craft and still make money, that art was really everywhere—in logos, business cards, corporate Christmas party invitations, branded PowerPoint templates—back when I thought I had taken the sensible approach by getting my Bachelor of “Arts” in Graphic Design. Around the same time, by some miracle of chance and family-friend connections, I had landed the coveted position of Junior Graphic Designer at a for-profit hospital. Our director told my cohort of creative new cogs early on that in our new roles, we were encouraged to bring our fresh ideas, our untainted creativity, our unjaded perspectives to work every day and to share with the world the visions that only the likes of us could conjure. Within certain parameters as defined by the corporate style guide, of course.
Wine Down by Mary Haynes Andy was an old soul, a romantic renaissance man, at least that's what everyone told him. He had many friends; almost everyone he met liked him immediately. He made a point of prioritizing social time with friends and colleagues from law school, even though he didn't fully understand the games people played.
The Cutie Behind the Bar
I’m finishing counting my money for the night shift at the restaurant, “The Perview”. It’s one of the last fancy restaurants in town, and it still is only open on weekends and closes at 9pm. I’m sitting across from Annie-the only other server on Saturday nights-when I blurt out “I can’t believe I actually agreed to this!”.
A Guy and a Girl Walk Into a Beatles Bar ...
No it’s not Cheers, but if you go to The City Club on historic 25th street in Ogden, Utah, someone’s bound to know your name.
Curating a Personal Collection
I had my first wine-tasting experience last week. I'm not an alcohol person, but I try to practice what I preach; as a creative, one must always try new things, to broaden the mind and open up the self to new creative possibilities.
Glory, on High St.
Two bartenders floated between the bar and tables. The after-work crowd had just about cleared out, but the house was still buzzing with seekers of proper food and potent drinks. This was the place. Every patron was given priority and, without fail, a taste of a something they had never known they’d wanted so bad.
Eternal Love on a Glass of Merlot
What is love but an equal partnership between lovers. If true, it does not question or blame, it does not compete or accuse.