Dear You,
I said I would raise a toast to you on your birthday, even though I hate drinking alone, and I did.
So here’s what happened.
I thought that a special person such as you deserves a very special drink drunk in his honour. So I pulled out the big guns - 18-year-old single malt whisky!
First, it took me half an hour and another broken fingernail to open the damn box because the lid was jammed.
Then I pulled out the beautiful bottle and cursed all the people who drank half the precious liquid at my birthday party, 9 months ago. If I remember correctly, they happen to be 3 of my favourite people. But still, single malt is single malt!
Then I was too lazy to wash a balloon glass, so I poured the drink into one of those freebies you get with Indian whisky.
Cheers dude, wish you were here or I was there, I said, and took the first sip. Smooth.
Second sip. Really smooth. But it was 10 pm and two hours since I had eaten dinner. It was also bloody hot and I didn't feel like passing out on the couch. So I dropped in some chunks of ice.
Hmmm… really smooth. But now, a little diluted and lacking that punch. So, out came the Cointreau. Blasphemous I know! But I added it anyway.
Mmmm… it was really good but also a little sweet. What it needed was a little twist. So out came those sour little yellow fellows. Chop, slice, squeeze, stir, sip.
Ice, ice!!! It definitely needed some more ice! Dropped in more chunks of ice and sipped.
Naah, still not perfect like it should have been.
Light bulb! Quickly dropped a teaspoonful of sugar into mug, poured a few drops of water and bunged into microwave oven. Sugar syrup ready!
Just one tiny little dash added to drink, which by then had gone several shades lighter and started to resemble the Lizol that I use to mop the floors!
But what a difference it made! A couple more chunks of ice were added and it was perfect.
I sat back, put my feet up and sipped delightfully. Whisky cocktails taste good, I thought, and fished out 501 Must Try Cocktail Recipes. Maybe there was another one I could try.
There it was, mocking me and looking all pleased as punch - the exact same thing I had just made!
Apparently, I was sipping a Golden Daisy, and didn’t even know it!
And that is how it came about that I drank a “wussy” cocktail in honour of your birthday.
Oh stop cursing me! The drink was bloody awesome. Only next time, I won’t waste my precious single malt and use some cheap blend instead. But what if it was the 18-year-old golden nectar that made the difference?
Yours…truly in spirit!
Me
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12 comments:
I commend your courage and glad you survived. They reckon if you want to make something excellent the ingredients must be the best so you probably did the right thing and Scotsmen can get off their high horse - they add lemonade to whiskey up there.
oh no more comment approval? good :)
now if only you'd take off the word verification...
bangalore come. we drink very good hot stuff. we toast all dead hearts. yes?
i should have posted this on the bandra post, but not sure if you'll read it.
happens to me all the time.
anyway, shankar ki madam types i also notice seem to have a fancy for white pants, chappals with big stone on them, and red nail polish. they also also carry large handbags, and their sun glasses never slip off their head and fall on their nose or worse, on the ground.
and they always make me feel like a grubby person. i want to be shanker ki madam. that's my secret fantasy. my name will be nita, and i will go to Switzerland for my holidays.
@Pat - Hehe thanks! Lemonade with Scotch? That's news. Will try it next time :-)
@Meggie - Dead hearts don't deserve to be toasted. Let's drink to our very vibrant, live n kicking hearts!
And comment approval was removed long ago, you just noticed?
I thought u enjoyed the word verification. Anyway it has to stay or else I get spammed by people trying to sell me Viagra in Portuguese!
@AGG - You can leave a comment on any post any time, I get the alerts in my email. Also I've recently added the latest comments thingie on the right.
Oh god! White pants!!! How could I forget.
And if you ever turn into Nita Madam I will hunt you down and make you watch RGV's Aag or whatever his version of Sholay was called.
LOL ... A perfect illustration of that very female trait of complicating things. Arre if the whisky and ice was too diluted, add some more whisky dude! Why'd you have to turn it into some concoction?
And how long did the whole thing take anyway - to go from 18 year old single malt to Golden Daisy? LMAO!!
I swear if I were there I'd have said - Bludy hell G, sit your ass here and drink your damn whisky!
Golden Daisy. LOL :)) Cheers babe!
@Swb - You ingrate! Has anyone even drawn you a picture of a golden daisy, leave alone drunk one in your honour?
It took 10 minutes btw :-))
"I swear if I were there I'd have said - Bludy hell G, sit your ass here and drink your damn whisky!"
That's the whole point - you weren't there baby ;-)
@Swb - Oh and if you think complicating things is a female trait, I will show you one guy who has complicated things so much for himself that he can longer distinguish his head from his ass!
By Jorgeous Jamila, that one was a rocker...want to drink gallons of golden daisies now...but you stir and shake, I do drinking and passing out
@bonn - Halkat! If you pass out from drinking cocktails, I swear I will disown you. I have a reputation to keep up, you know.
Seems I've found the "in-charge" bartender for my dinner parties. Well... services to be rendered only to moi... ( I will wash the glasses) :)
Me? In charge of anything? Be prepared to re-stock after every single party then!
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