Friday, April 13, 2012
n't think there is a name for it, really. This wasn't my idea--I had read of it in Robert Byron's heroic picaresque The Road to Oxiana, and Byron was somewhere near the Khyber Pass when he tried this concoction. But I was reminded of my vodka mist today at noon when I made a martini with orange and lemon and walked out onto the patio to have an L&M. The rainwater was pelting the martini and I thought, well, a cocktail glass works very well for this. Geraniums in the background in the ivy. This is a good drink and the rainwater really makes it. Confession: I squeeze a few drops of lemon and a few drops of orange into all martinis, and I shake the hell out of them, one shake for every year I've spent on the planet. Because as you advance, you are entitled to a still colder drink.
Posted by Joseph F. Mailander at 3:47 PM