Last weekend we watched the latest Bond movie – you know, the one where Daniel Craig kills a bunch of guys. Oh, wait. He does that in all his movies.
(Did you notice, though, that there were very few gadgets in this one?)
At one point in the movie – and I have to admit that I can’t remember exactly when because I was a bit sleepy while watching it – Bond orders a drink. He’s on a plane.
Whatever it was sounded interesting.
The following Monday I happened to mention it to a friend of mine. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “It’s a vesper martini. Ian Fleming created that drink when he wrote Casino Royale.” And then my friend proceeded to give me the recipe.
If you follow this link, you’ll get that recipe, as well as more background about this interesting version of Bond’s usual martini.
Last night, I made a round.
This morning I felt like Godzilla had stomped on my head.
It was the gin. Gin, I’ve decided is evil.
So tonight, I’ve made it again – only this time with only vodka.
Shaken, not stirred.
So sayeth the StickMonkey.