The Case of the Mystery Mojitos

This morning at 6:30am I awoke, stretched and went downstairs to the kitchen. I had spent hours doing the dishes and cleaning after the blackgoldsmithos enjoyed an especially raucous Friday night dinner here, and was dismayed to see that "someone" had left a mess. On closer inspection, the above scene (exhibit A) caught my eye. Hmm, a note, soda water, lemon juice, a pestle and mortar with traces of mint and a glass with the mint dregs and the smell of alcohol. Here is a closeup of the note (exhibit B)Hmm, I wondered, who could this have been? Now blackwifeo is not drinking, I certainly did not have a midnight mojito, so of course, suspicion immediately fell on blackdaughtero. We never heard her and her posse last night, but that does not mean they were not here. I went back upstairs and with blackwifeo's help tried to figure out the mystery.

As it happens, 7am is way before blackdaughtero's bedtime, and on hearing our discussion, she soon came wandering into our room. She absolutely and categorically denied any knowledge of rum based drinks or any drinking ever. She had never even heard of a mojito. "I'm innocent", she cried, "you always blame me", she cried and stormed off to bed. Blackdaughtero is usually good at covering her tracks, so we figured it must have been blacknephewo. Maybe a friend came over late last night and they needed a cocktail. But, blacknephewo is a confirmed beer drinker and thinks mojitos are for girls.

The mystery remained unsolved and like a good CSI I left the crime scene untouched. After dusting for prints and doing handwriting analysis we were no closer to the truth. It was clear that we would have to break the culprits by interrogation. Over lunch (soup and salad - 1 point), I fired the question: "Who was making mojitos last night." Under this intense cross questioning, blacksono broke and admitted that he and two friends had experimented last night. They had found the receipe on the internet and, you know what, mojitos are not too bad. Case closed.

Now blacksono will be Eighteen in a few months. Eighteen is the legal drinking age here (I figure if you can kill in the army at 18, you might as well be allowed to drink) so I'm not too upset. He is usually a good boy, but you know what they say, "stile water diepe grond onder maal die duiwel rond" (still waters run deep). But for god's sake child, can't you at least get rid of the evidence.