This is gonna be one of those babbling brook o’consciousness posts I write from time to time, lending special credence to the word “babbling.”
Sean and I made this cocktail a couple weeks ago — before my Moms swooped into town for a
week-long six-day (she’ll correct me in an e-mail if I don’t do it now) stay. Why don’t I cocktail *more* when hosting family? God knows I need it badly-er during such times. Oh, right. I’m up the spout. Good thing that I don’t forget that too often.
Anyway, my home office is also our guest room, so when we’ve got folks staying here I basically don’t write, don’t work, don’t check e-mails, and generally grow more and more discomboobulated and unmoored from real life. Which is probably why I sound the way I sound right now. Me no typie so good when brain cloudy with word farts what is thesaurus?
So, the Stanley! Why did we make the Stanley? We made the Stanley because we had lemon juice about to turn in our fridge and because after many sadistic false starts, Mother Nature has finally gotten her big, compostable ass into gear up here and delivered a proper Montreal spring. (I am the last person who should be making fun of other women’s fat asses at this point in my life/pregnancy, but she is not a real person so she can suck it.) The Stanley, rather audaciously, combines gin and rum, two liquors that a) you rarely see mixed, yet b) speak to the same joyous thermometer creep that ought to be celebrated with a proper cocktail, preferably including them. Grenadine and lemon juice take away from that audacity, make it more like the Banality of Cherry Coke than the Audacity of Hope (the Audacity of Hooch?) but we decided to give the Stanley a go all the same.
We got the Stanley from our trusty-dusty Old Mr. Boston Official Bartenders Guide. Sometimes this book — as much as I insist upon treating it with reverence, for it is really old and its starchy pages smell wonderfully like pickled dust — is like a big clusterwuh? Like when it gives you a girly-ass drink called the Stanley. Who invented this shit, or at least named it that? It is very pretty, though. In fact, I bet if I just keep looking at those pics above my head fog will lift before long…
I like Pretzel Day…
The Stanley Cocktail
(as per the Old Mr. Boston Official Bartenders Guide)
1 ounce Bombay Dry Gin
1 ounce Bacardi
1/2 ounce freshly squeezed lemon juice
1/2 ounce grenadine
Combine all ingredients in an ice-filled cocktail shaker. Shake vigorously and strain into chilled cocktail or coupe glass.