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The Martini Chronicles Pt.4

The Martini Chronicles Pt.4
I have to admit it, I am a man of extremes. While the last chronicle featured a very sweet Martini, this here chronicle will detail a rather dry affair.

The recipe used, as mentioned last time, I got from here. The thing that sets it apart from most other recipes, is its very scant use of Vermouth. Which is actually not exactly true. There is quite a bit of Vermouth used, only it’s not there to drink. You see, this recipe had me not mix the Vermouth with the Gin, but instead only coat the chilled glass by swirling the Vermouth in it. Surplus Vermouth I had to discard.

Being the clever fox I am, I already knew that my girlfriend wouldn’t want to be part of this very special experiment, so I shook the gin, poured it into my Vermouth-coated glass, then added an ample amount of sweet Vermouth to the remaining Gin in the shaker. This mixture was then poured into my girlfriend’s glass. She was content (well, almost; I still had to add a bit more water to the mix).

The actual Martini Dry I made for myself was, well, very dry. But the thing is, the drier your Martini, the smaller your sips are. So I started sipping gently, and suddenly the Gin’s flavour, coupled with the tiny amount of Vermouth, kicked in. It’s a delicate kind of Martini, and I recommend it to those not in a hurry.

This batch also saw the introduction of olive-impalement, as opposed to free floating ones:
Martini Cooking

Having learned in above recipe that ideally the olive(s) should be eaten before having your first sip, I had to discard the method of the free-floating olive, as it only facilitated the ingestion of the olive after downing the whole drink.

And as a special bonus, here’s what it looks like when you’re cooking with a Martini:

Martini Cooking

The Martini Chronicles Pt.3

Martini Chronicles Pt.3

And as promised, here’s the recount of sweet Vermouth Martini preparation.

I used the Martini&Rossi Bianco, which I think is the sweetest one you can get. The ratio was 4 parts Gin to 2 parts Vermouth, which is the ratio recommended on the Noilly Prat bottle, only that they of course talk about dry and not sweet Vermouth.

My co-conspirator/girlfriend was much happier with this mixture. I, unfortunately, wasn’t. I think I just like the bitterness that comes with the rather dry version we had the first time. Or maybe it’s just that I don’t feel like a real Martini creator, considering that any Vermouth less dry than Sahara desert is deemed ill-suited for a real Martini. I know, this sounds snobbish, but frankly, once you’ve gone out and bought Martini glasses, you’re well beyond caring about being called a snob.

The next part will see a special way of preparation as detailed in this little article on the perfect Martini, and let me tell you, it’s not for the faint of heart. But more next time.

Dance!

Just to assure you that I’m not just yet a raging alcoholic, I’ll post a little clip of me taping what can only be described as music somewhere in the streets outside our window. Please note the shaking of the camera, imitating what it would have looked like had I danced to the music:

And so that was…

Look, it's chicks!
…Easter!

Click here for a whole bunch of pictures, including but not limited to my silhouette against a blazing bonfire.

Which reminds me, here’s a little clip of said bonfire, accompanied by a heart-wrenching rendition of The Blues (by my little brother). Hence the title, Fire Blues:


Fire Blues from Richard on Vimeo.

Dear Postman,

Dear Postman, you're a fucking idiot.

you are a fucking idiot. And I don’t say things like that lightly, mind you. But the thing is, you know exactly how those postboxes work, right? At least, that’s what one would expect. When you, the superuser, fill those various postboxes, you do so by removing the whole front. I, lowly user, only have access to my postbox by opening the window given to me. Meaning when you shove packages in there, you’ve got at least two inches more space to do so.

So when I open up my little window, the package you have just barely managed to cram in there will be impossible for me to retrieve. I will have to resort to ripping off the parts of the package I can actually grip, until I’m able to retrieve the innards of the package.

Now, today’s package was actually an order from amazon by my girlfriend. Can you imagine how me ripping apart the package would have spoiled the surprise, had she decided to buy, say, an early birthday gift for me (I know, my birthday’s in August, so yeah, it’s unlikely, but still, it could have happened)? Or what if she’d ordered a book she really wouldn’t have wanted for me to see, like “How to murder your boyfriend, even though he’s the best boyfriend one could imagine” (which, in case you’re about to look it up, seems to be out of print right now, sorry).

In the end, it comes down to this: whenever you put packages in my postbox, keep in mind that when it’s hard for your to get in, it’s impossible for me to get out. Can you please think about that?

Thanks!

Yours truly,
Richard




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