Thursday, July 10, 2008

My happening lifestyle

Delivered as an insert with the morning paper. Captivating. As adverts go, one hell of a job dun.

In other news, the perfect bloody Mary still proving to be elusive. Do I have a future in food photography? Think not.


With the annual liquor license renewal drama in effect in these parts, practically any kind of booze is elusive in the neighborhood. It's like the tramp said "who do you have to f*** to get a quart of Vodka around here?" We try and get by. The booze shops remain closed. A lacky hangs out nearby. You slow down and peer. The exchange takes place fifty yards away near some shrubberies. So much for law enforcement.

I've devised a drink, which, for some reason I call The Hotshot Russian :

2 1/2 oz Vodka
3/4 oz fresh lime juice
rock salt/kosher salt to taste
1 tsp tabasco
Black pepper powder (optional)

Stirred with lots of ice. Garnished with black olives. We like.

3 comments:

bongopondit said...

The exchange takes place fifty yards away near some shrubberies.

That is an improvement over the jail-like metal grill you have to usually exchange through :-)

Cheers - drink looks tempting.

narendra shenoy said...

Dun-hell! Made my day! And that vodka recipe sounds nice. Will try it ASAP and report, as they say in airline circles (crew, close and arm all doors and report).

And that liquor procurement procedure reminds me of the "aunty-uncle" retail outlets prevalent in Mumbai in my salad days. The protocol was as follows:
you gave the money and the specs to uncle downstairs who would holler something and aunty would lower the stuff from an upstairs balcony in a nylon shopping basket. This was a failsafe oasis in times of crisis, such as 'dry days' and after hours thirst. I wonder if they're still around.

Partho said...

Bongo : It's like this: when they're open, they're locked in, and when they're closed they are out in the open, selling booze from behind bushes!
Looks tempting, does it? Still not the perrrfect Bloody Mary.

Naren : Try it do. Don't be afraid to experiment, though. A bit of olive brine here or a spoonful of pickle juice there will take nothing away from the Burly Russian.