Me, I’m not drunk.
My second drink of the day (I’m really beginning to sound like a chronic tippler, aren’t I?) is # 8. It’s a little sour, but even more refreshing than the mint ones. I think I’m going to have to put it on the long list, too. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, but the long list is looking … long. I’m going to have to cull it a little if all the testers get the same results as me. Nothing is to die for, but 2/3 of the drinks are nice, and worth following up on.
I might choose the 2-3 top drinks using each alcohol base. I could more easily diminish the list by selecting according to those with fresh lime, or crushed mint, or grenadine. That might give a better mix, in fact. I’ll think about it. Maybe the thirty other recipes out there will all turn out to be bad news and maybe the long list won’t prove so long after all. My sizzled brain doubts that, though. What I need are about 6 tests that come out with amazing drinks, worth pursuing a barman to the ends of the earth to obtain. So far we don’t even have one of those.
I won’t be testing five drinks today. I’ve made it as far as two and that’s probably enough. If I feel enthused later, maybe I’ll test one more. One thing I have to say is how useful a really good cocktail is for getting rid of muscle aches and pains. My poor neck, victim of too much typing, suddenly feels almost normal. I certainly won’t do cocktails every night, but maybe I’ll try them once a week and find out how much is due the muscles relaxing and how much the anaesthetic qualities.
I keep looking at my list. Three drinks to go. And all of them tomorrow. One of them is rum-based and two are brandy-based. The other thing I have to do tomorrow is write three extraordinary pages of fiction, since I’m now in novel-editing mode. Expect much laughter from my publisher. I don’t have to reassure you, do I, that this is not the normal way my history interfaces with my fiction?
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