If You Were a Martini

The name for this blog came from two unrelated places. The first was an unforgettable conversation I had years ago with a dear friend. I don't recall what her child was doing, but the end of the exhausting tale punctuated by umpteen toddler interruptions was my friend's weary sigh, "and that's why Mommy needs a martini at lunchtime." And sometimes we all feel that way.

The second is that, in fact, I do like martinis -- but not the James Bond kind of martinis. I'm not much of a straight gin/vodka straight up kind of gal. But there are two martinis that were my some of my favorite drinks for years: a French martini and a chocolate martini. The former starts with Chambourd at the bottom of a very very cold glass. Top with lemon vodka that's been shaken with a lot of crushed ice and then strained over the back of a spoon so that it layers beautifully over the cranberry colored liquor. Add a twist of lemon zest and ... ahhhh ... elegant perfection in a glass.

Chocolate martinis may seem self-explanatory -- but if you've read the post with the recipes on it that you can reach from the sidebar, you'll know there are chocolate martinis and then there are Chocolate Martinis. I only adore the latter. I have yet to figure out the perfect recipe for making them. But oh, how I enjoy the quest. These, however, are really only for dessert, as they are rich, decadent things that are too sweet to sip all night long.

Although (or perhaps because) I probably drink about four martinis a year anymore, I had to take the quiz offering to tell me what kind of martini I am. Results? Obviously:

You Are a Chocolate Martini

You're an elegant drunk, who only likes the best bars and the most expensive drinks. A bit of a cheapskate, you're likely to mooch ten dollar drinks off both friends and strangers. You should never: Drink and dash. You're gonna get caught leaving someone with the tab! Your ideal party: A posh celebrity party you crash, with an open bar. Your drinking soulmates: those with a Classic Martini personality Your drinking rivals: those with a Blueberry Martini personality

What Flavor Martini Are You?

I really don't think I'm a drink moocher. I bought my fair share of rounds at the pub when I lived in England. And I've never done a Drink and Dash, or even contemplated it. In fact, that part horrifies me. So does the idea of a blueberry martini, so the quiz seems reasonably accurate in the balance. And, oh yes, I'd crash a celebrity party if I could. As long as McDreamy was there. And I'd be wearing an elegant satin top and drinking martinis (French, till it was time for dessert) all. night. long.

You?