I was raised to consistently believe:
There were only two places where tea came from:
1. My Mama’s Sweet Tea
2. Long Island
Drunkenly navigating the world of news.
I was raised to consistently believe:
There were only two places where tea came from:
1. My Mama’s Sweet Tea
2. Long Island
12 oz (375ml) vodka
1/2 jalapeno, sliced
1/2 inch piece of ginger, finely sliced
1 inch piece lemongrass
ice
slice of jalapeno, to garnish
Spicy Martini Directions
Into a glass jug, combine all ingredients (except the ice).
Cover with plastic wrap/ cling film (ie, Saran, Glad etc) and refrigerate overnight to allow flavours to infuse the vodka.
Fill cocktail shaker with ice.
Add infused martini to the cocktail shaker and shake vigorously for 15 seconds.
Strain into a martini glass and serve with with a slice of jalapeno either on the side of the glass or sitting in the bottom of the glass (where the olive usually is!
Mixing Instructions
Combine all alcoholic ingredients except peach schnapps. Fill most of the way with orange juice, leaving room for a few splashes of cranberry and pineapple juice and a float of peach schnapps on top. Garnish with two cherries
This week we have seen some very promising movement in the issues of same-sex rights. Though the last few years have seen bigoted and purposefully misleading groups advance their agenda against the LGBT community, most notably with passages of state constitutional amendments that either ban same-sex marriage (rather overkill as far as this writer is concerned, considering these states all had laws against it already), they are slowly being pushed back.
Well, it seems that people are afraid of the word “homosexual”. (or homosexical as I like to say) When asked in separate polls, Americans were all for “gays and lesbians” in the military, just not “homosexuals”. It is very interesting that a word is so visceral.
In honour of the Saints winning the Superbowl:
•1 1/2 parts Absolut New Orleans vodka
•1 part sour mix
•splash of club soda
•lime wedge for garnish
Preparation:
1.Build the ingredients in a highball glass filled with ice.
2.Garnish with a lime wedge.
• 1 1/2 oz. Dark Rum
• 1 1/2 oz. Gold Rum
• 1 1/2 oz. Light Rum
• 1 Dash of Grenadine
• 2 1/2 oz. Orange Juice
• 2 oz. Pineapple Juice
• 2 oz. Sour Mix
• Collins Glass
• Cracked Ice
• Stirrer
Put the dash of grenadine in the bottom of the glass.
Fill the glass with the cracked ice then add your ingredients.
Stir the mixture gently before you serve it. Enjoy!
The Vesper according to Ian Fleming and James Bond:
“Three measures of Gordon’s, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it’s ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon peel. Got it?”
-Casino Royale, Chapter 7
2 shots white rum
1 shot lemon juice
1/2 shot orgeat syrup
1/4 shot raspberry syrup
Shake well together with ice strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
2 oz. Blended Scotch Whisky – (more)
1 Egg White – (more)
1 tsp. Powdered Sugar – (more)
1/2 Lemon (Juice of, fresh) – (more)
Instructions
Shake with ice and strain into a sour glass. Garnish with a slice of lemon and a cherry.
More and more we are hearing horror stories from African countries regarding conflict, slavery, child soldiers, blood diamonds, famine, AIDS and genocide. Yet Africa has consistently remained the red headed step-child of the world. Admittedly, the U.S. and other Western nations do give billions in aid to Africa. This is not enough. We have to do more than throw money at the problems and hope that they go away.
This is not to say that all countries on the African Continent are hotbeds of strife. However, the fact remains that Africa has huge issues. Most of these are self created, by people who still have tribal mentalities. And, despite the post-colonial status of these nations, the West still has a colonial mentality towards Africa. Not, perhaps, the overt racism of the past, but still a mindset that discounts these nations.
The attitudes of many leaders in Africa have very socially conservative views (“Kill the Gays” Bill in Uganda, female circumcision, et cetera) and the people do as well. This prevents open dialogue with others because to be so far right (or left) leave no room for compromise. Western leaders need to, frankly, lead, and aid these democracies to become strong, so that they can in turn lead the dictatorships and demagogues towards the democratic ideals the West says it values and yet does not foster.
It is sad that such a great continent, with such resources and history cannot escape the post-colonial era and join the West. We, in the West need to begin leading by example. We don’t burn down opponents homes, kill rivals, torture or maim to get our way outside a fully democratic, free, open electoral system, and independent judiciary that holds all accountable, not just the poor or those with the right connections.
Let us become what we know we can be, and be much, much more active in helping Africa with more than money and platitudes.
Oh, honey, I believe I need a shot of something to get the bad taste out of my mouth from researching all those nasty politicians. And, as I also need to wake up, I thought I’d give you my favorite week-day wake up call!
INGREDIENTS:
DIRECTIONS:
Add ingredients to shaker half-full of ice. Shake vigorously, then strain into ice-cold martini glass. Garnish with a sprinkling of cocoa powder or float a chocolate covered espresso bean or two on the frothy surface.
Yum.
Happy Thanksgiving to all! As we look inward for the things that make us thankful, there are so many things that it is hard to list them all. Nevertheless, I will give you a quick run-down, before mimosa number 2 kicks in.
I am thankful that we have a wonderful living Constitution that expands and breathes and will (eventually) equally protect all American rights.
I am thankful that the country is “going to Hell in a handbasket” as the religious right are slowly pushed to irrelevancy by the younger generations being much more accepting and understanding.
I am thankful for Tanqueray, limes, tonic (pretty much any liquor with the Royal Warrant)
My wonderful friends who all have exposed me to so much I never would have seen or done otherwise. (Who knew I’d end up in Chinatown eating in a Vietnamese restaurant on a whim?)
I am very, very thankful for the ever gracious Cat Martini, without whom this site would be nothing, not to mention my heart!
Have a very happy and very safe Thanksgiving!
Sorry to inform all our loyal bar flies, but the OINKS have attacked. Yours truly and her faithful sidekick have been felled by the swine flu. (Well, I’ve been felled by the swine flu and Jack’s been felled by a Nigerian bar fight in Texas, but that’s another story).
Keep checking in with us…we hope to be back to bitching, ranting and booze-slinging any day now.
Wash your hands, use hand sanitizer, cough into your elbow and avoid bar fights.
Just sayin’
Cat.
As illness has felled us here at The Drunk Report, I thought I would share our recipe for wellness:
courtesy: Cat Martini
Juice 1 lemon into a mug. Add equal measure of honey. Microwave until honey has melted into lemon juice. Pour in whiskey. Drink until you feel better.
We’re still working on that part. Perhaps a pork eggroll for dinner or maybe a BLT…
Due to illness we will be down till tomorrow. Eat some bacon for us.
Good mid-day to you all!
Just a quick reminder: get out and vote out! Which means, vote out the incumbents (unless the candidate opposing the incumbent is vouched for by Sarah Palin, then just vote for the incumbent).
Let’s impose those term limits!
Now, go drink your lunch!
Cat.
Welcome to Manhattan Monday, Bar Flies!
Ok, that was too loud even for me and I wrote it. I’ll try it again, but quieter:
welcome to manhattan monday, bar flies.
That’s better. This Monday’s title quote is from the (now defunct) Marvelous 3′s “Every Monday.” Ah, I miss them. Almost as much as I miss the weekend.
This Monday is brought to us by Jack Manhattan who is feeling the pain from Halloween still. His feature covering the new hate crimes bill is, as usual, excellent.
Pour yourselves a Man’s Manhattan, Baby! and wash away that Monday pain until it’s Friday once more.
Drink up,
Cat