It looks like mine is different from what I'm finding online. Okay, for one:
Peel a cucumber. Slice into quarter to half inch rounds.
Depending on how much cucumbery taste you want, put a quarter to one half of a round in the bottom of a cocktail shaker.
If you have a smooth muddler, you might want to add just a bit of salt to help the muddling. Mine has ridges, so I don't unless I'm in the mood.
Smash/muddle that cucumber.
Add 3 oz of gin.
Depending on how dry you like your martininis in general, add up to 1/4 tsp of dry vermouth. I like dry, so I just whisper the word "vermouth" over the shaker. ;)
Strain into martini glass. Garnish with one of the cucumber rounds or cherry tomato, or even just put a chunk of cucumber in the bottom of the glass.
*I know martini purists cringe at shaken martinis, but I didn't know what else to call this drink.
Hmm. I'm not a big gin fan but a bet a slice of cucumber would be a nice addition to a NorCal margarita.
[QUOTE=Paleobird;1152202]Hmm. I'm not a big gin fan but a bet a slice of cucumber would be a nice addition to a NorCal margarita.[/QUOTE]
That sounds awesome.
Note to self: cheap gin is not as kind as cheap vodka. My eyeballs hurt. Never going to that store again. *whimper* Not for alcohol anyway. I did find some cheap cherry tomatoes, Fage on sale, tons of canned fishies, and a Mexican cheese I pretty much forgot existed. And a huge cucumber - which with a hangover looks disturbing in a phallic way. Went for two items, but filled up my backpack and lugged another bag back. Because of course in the interest of health, I walked to the store. A hop, skip, and a jump, unless you're carrying two bags of groceries. heh.
I'm sorry your eyeballs hurt, Joanie.
That said, I thought you were old enough to know better about such things. Old enough to know better and young enough to do it anyway?
That is a disturbing thought about the cucumber even if one doesn't have a hangover.
At least you got two different workouts in, lifting heavy things and the walk, so that makes up for the gin fest right?:D Go take a nap.
I really should be packing instead of dinking around here. I'm moving in a week.
Dink away, Baby. At the end of life, few people regret playing too much. More of them regret working too hard. That's what I've heard anyway. :)
LOLOL at Cori's terrifyingly comprehensive lesson on DIY wild thang butchery.
I cheerfully admit I've never cooked possum myself - somebody else made it into a yummy pie, and I was merely the end consumer. (At least when I refer to someone by the pet name "my little possum pie", you know it's with genuine affection.)
Australian possums also tend to take caught-in-headlights kind of bad photos, but they are terribly cute in person. Still hate the little bastards though - they stomp all over your roof all night, keep you awake with their godawful possessed-by-demons calling, and poo everywhere they possibly can. But still cute....
Wow, that is a painfully cute picture.
Good luck with your move, Robin! We just moved from our first house to an apartment where we'll stay until we move to Colorado. Can't wait! But moving really stunk. I still have a bruise on my shin from walking into a metal edge of the U-Haul.
OK, OK, I take back anything derogatory I ever said about possums. Yes, they are "painfully cute".
And yes, Cori's country girl cookin' lessons are a little "terrifyingly comprehensive".
I got some work done today, bagging up linens etc and getting them to the garage. I can be very efficient about that kind of stuff. I know I could do the whole house in one day if I had to.
I decided that discretion was the better part of valor and hired a moving company for the actual furniture. There are some things best left to the professionals. I just am moving all the "little stuff" like linens, books, dishes, and my personal items myself.
Sounds like a plan. Let the musclebound do the stuff for which they are built. [I]:::typing gently so I don't break a fingernail:::[/I] ;)