I absolutely love olives, like seriously I'm crazy for them, so I figured I'd love this cocktail. I've been wanting to try it for ages! I knew this guy who said he makes a great dirty martini, but I don't know if I'll be seeing that guy again any time soon (nobody can commit these days!)
Anyway, maybe it was missing some real vermouth, but I'm not sure I enjoyed this. I expected it to be saltier, but I did love that I got to eat three delicious olives at the end! Next week, I'll try using my dreaded cobbler shaker and see if that's any better.
I'm not sure why I thought this would be any different. Maybe I was hoping the shaker would have some extra magic in it. Maybe it did have some magic with how hard it sealed itself shut. I still have faith that there's a better dirty martini out there. Does anyone have any recipes?
I lover ginger ale almost as much as I love olives, so after I studied for nine hours today, I was very read to try this nice, strong, gingery cocktail. I don't know what make me think it was a good idea to put this in the acursed cobbler shaker, but about two shakes in, it immediately exploded all over my desk, threatening both my laptop and my printer. Full sugar soda was just everywhere, all over my school supplies, my magazine clippings for my zines, my playing cards, just everywhere. After a long and sulky mopping session, I tasted the 30mL that was left of the cocktail, and it was quite delicious and well-rounded. I used these small orange limes I picked up from a cardboard box in my neighborhood, my drunk aah is forgetting the name, but I liked that flavor. I made a new (STIRRED) cocktail, but since I was out of my tiny limes, I had to snag some of this crystallized lime powder from my parents. Maybe I should have added more, but the drink sort of tastes like water at this point. But it has great potential. Great potential.
This is not the kind of drink you make for a dinner party or a date night... this is the kind of drink you make in times of desparation, of delusion. This is the kind of drink you make during dead week, the last week of the semester before finals.
It's the final stretch. All of your big projects are done, and all thats left between you and the sweet freedom of summer vacation is fourteen days and three exams. It feels like it should be over already, like, shouldn't you should be in your swimsuit on the beach by now? But no, you don't even have it in you to go buy a lime, or a lemom, or a glass of cranberry juice to make even the simplest real cocktail. All you have is your moms gallon bag of water flavorings and a handle of vodka in your mini fridge. And, as they say, city boys make do.
This is a trashy little drink you can make with your friends in your parent's basement before a party. It's sort of reminding me of pink whitney. But like, straight pink whitney. Like, you can for sure taste the alcohol, but there's enough fruity fun going on to make it tolerable. Assuming you're used to aspartame or whatever it is they put in these things. The sugar alcohols and the alcohol-alchohol are combining forces in my mouth. The only way I can think to describe it is alcohol2. It's kind of gross, but it's a fun and flirty kind of gross.