08.29.08
Cocktails
Cocktails. I love making them, but I don’t really drink them (though I enjoy a good martini) but the white russian, and its grumpy teenage child the black russian, captive me at the moment. With their coffee tones, and warming goodness, even though they are cold, they are like a hug.
Ali said,
September 5, 2008 at 9:46 am
The white russian - the sneakiest of sneaky bastard cocktails.
Drink several, feel the beautiful huggieness, the soft enveloping embrace of milk and booze, notice that they’re not really going to your head, forget yourself for a moment, drink a beer, suddenly remember that the beer will completely remove the gorgeous lactose barrier you’ve just set up in your stomach, get hit by vast quantities of alcohol simultaneously, attempt to get a replenishment, realise your legs no longer work, tumble, smile back up at the ceiling and the concerned faces of fellow drinkers, slip softly into the all encompassing douvet of darkest drunkeness.
As I say, sneaky.