This morning I was meditating on cocktails, thinking about how nice a Tom Collins sounded after a long week. Then I started wondering, if there's a cocktail called Tom Collins (gin + sour mix + soda) and another called John Collins (bourbon + sour mix + soda), wouldn't it stand to reason that Jackie Collins would stand among the line-up?
It seems logical that a Jackie Collins would be vodka + sour + soda. Right? But I can't help thinking such a cocktail might be missing a bit of oomph. It needs something flashy to spice things up a bit. At the very least, the cocktail would need to be made with a very distinctive vodka. Suggestions?
Another favorite cocktail is the Gin Presbyterian, a name that draws smirks and giggles from bartenders. Unfortunately it seems that few bars offer ginger ale, so I have never experienced the irony of drinking a Gin Presbyterian in a really sleazy dive. Here's the recipe:
Gin Presbyterian
1 1/2 oz gin
equal parts club soda & ginger ale
build in a highball glass, garnish with a twist
Try it sometime! Bourbon fans might prefer the classic Presbyterian, substituting bourbon for gin.
Also this morning I was thinking about the magic of certain smells. Again. There's this secretary at work who walks around smelling like a musty, ancient, filled-to-the-rafters junk shop and I love it so much. She walks by, and I find myself trying to distract her with conversation just to enjoy her fragrance a little longer. Maybe you know the smell I'm talking about. It's an alluring combination of cat pee, stale cigarette smoke, matchstick sulfur, and 1970s Jungle Gardenia perfume. I don't know why, but the smell is heavenly. But it's one of those things you can't announce, because if she found out she smells so great, you know she'd try to change it. So it has to be my little secret, and there will be no proclamations of, hey, your personal aroma is divine.
Anyway, I talked my aunt into letting me borrow some old pictures of my grandparents.
I am also related to Clyde Barrow of Bonnie & Clyde fame, in case you didn't know.
Right now I'm reading Wifey, the adult novel by Judy Blume. Already on the first page she's dishing out sex and scandal! JUDY BLUME!