I must confess that I am a big fan of Martinis. Not the James Bond version with a crazy lemon peel and vodka AND gin, but the more pedestrian classic semi dry and dirty Martini with olives. The little green fellows can be stuffed with either peppers, garlic cloves, some sort of yummy stinky cheese (preferably gorgonzola or bleu), or if I am feeling more spicy, I will go with straight jalapeños or pickled okra.
I couldn't find a cool vintage advertisement from the cheap brand of vermouth I usually use, but this one was from my second choice brand.
The meaning behind the title of this blog involves anthropomorphizing my bottle of vermouth and assuming that it can sense which bottle, gin or vodka, might be joining it in the shaker. When I want it to be really perplexed, I delay a few minutes before grabbing the gin or vodka out of the liquor cabinet.
Why do I attribute sensation to a bottle of spirits? Why do I try to figure out what the cats, fish or turtles are thinking? Kind of relating to the crazy way my brain works.
Salute, salud, skol, kam-pai or whatever toast you may prefer!
Oh yeah, never drive a motor vehicle or boat under the influence. Stay safe out there!
I couldn't find a cool vintage advertisement from the cheap brand of vermouth I usually use, but this one was from my second choice brand.
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Why do I attribute sensation to a bottle of spirits? Why do I try to figure out what the cats, fish or turtles are thinking? Kind of relating to the crazy way my brain works.
Salute, salud, skol, kam-pai or whatever toast you may prefer!
Oh yeah, never drive a motor vehicle or boat under the influence. Stay safe out there!
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