Since we hit the bottle in more ways than one in my last post we might as well continue in the same puddle (not least to torture teetotallers and those currently fasting for their sins):
Apart from a Martini and anything involving champagne (say, a Bellini) I believe cocktails to be the devil’s invention. Too many overtones of fruit (which makes you careless), too much high spirited alcohol (which makes you refuse breakfast the next day). Once only (Puerto Banus, Marbella, South of Spain, Europe, Planet Earth, ca. 1985), four of them innocently imbibed, and never again.
However, my beloved GG (Gay Guy) – and he does know what he does when he shakes and stirs – did create THE URSULA for me (New Year’s Eve 2005). Here follows his concoction, and please do offer your own blends as you see fit:
1 part Frangelico, 1 part Tia Maria, 5 parts Champagne
Stir gently in lovely container. Pour for a soul satisfying evening of blissful intellectual stimulation. The perfect blend of sweetness and sophistication.
For himself he devised THE GG:
1 part Pernod , 2 parts Absinthe, 1 part Vodka
Serve over completely cracked ice. Prepare for immediate nausea.
The romance of it. Don’t you love a grand gesture, even if it’s only a small one?
Since his mother is Irish I’ll dedicate this post to her. Sign outside a tavern:
“Drunk for 1d. Dead drunk for 2d. Clean straw for nothing.”