G and I are having our annual holiday cocktail party tonight. The challenge? I was lucky enough to get a killer cold this week. I'm sitting here with a cup of hot tea wondering how the appetizers are going to get made. Ugh.
I'm happy it's December though. Time to usher in the holidays. But I predict I'll have a date with my bed and big box of kleenex tomorrow.
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I hope you feel better soon! Adam swears if you drink enough booze, you kill the cold -or at least forget that you're sick :)
Booze is good for killing germs. Adam knows of what he speaks. 151, while horrible to taste cures all known diseases and can make you look younger.
Sooo...I have a question, though. At these cocktail parties, you don't mix up a bunch of crazy ingredients then pour into martini glasses and dub the concoctions "__________ martinis" (fill in the blank), do you? Please say "no."
For the life of me, I don't understand how just any ol' mix in a martini glass is a martini.
See, I'm totally old school fundamentalist conservative on this issue. A martini is:
1.) Gin, chilled.
2.) Vermouth (preferably less than the amount necessary to get a gnat a bit tipsy)
3.) Very cold glass
Mix and serve, garnish with olive on some sort of frilly toothpick or plastic sword.
Now, if I'm feeling crazy and wild about things, you can substitute vodka for gin and a twist of lemon for olive, but then you have to identify it as a "Vodka Martini."
But that is as much of a concession as I'm willing to make. And even that I view askance often as the gateway drink to ever more promiscuous usage of the term "martini."
Apple liqueur mixed with grenadine, champagne and a splash of vodka? Whatever the heck that is, it is not a martini. It is not anything close to a martini.
Chocolate liqueur with gin or vodka? That's something else, because it sure as hell ain't a martini.
I don't know why this is considered acceptable in the drink world when it would be frowned on anywhere else.
Here, here's a plate of fried green tomatoes, mixed with onions and peppers sauteed in a balsamic reduction and olive oil, topped with crumbled feta and served over a bed of jasmine rice. It's garden scrambled eggs.
I mean, would that even fly?
It's over-the-counter penicillin, that's what I call it, but it's really two aspirin and a travel sized generic brand listerine.
Seriously. What's up with that?
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