Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Cosmopolitan

Cosmopolitan
It's one of the classic cocktails, popular among legions of women trying oh-so desperately to convince themselves that their lives are as rich and exciting as Horse Face from Sex and the City. Or is it Kim Whatsername? You know, she was in Mannequin. Anyway, no matter which fictional strumpet you want to have as a role model, there's no denying that the Cosmopolitan is a lethally delicious concoction – fruity, sweet and refreshing. Great for trying to convince your other half that you're "Mr Big" on Valentine's Night.

Ingredients:
50ml vodka
25ml Cointreau
25ml cranberry juice
12.5ml fresh lime juice
2in strip of orange peel to garnish

Method:
1. Place a Martini glass in the freezer.
2. Shake all ingredients except garnish with plenty of ice in a cocktail shaker. Wink at any watching females.
3. Strain into the chilled Martini glass.
4. Hold the orange peel over the glass between thumb and forefinger. Just touch with a lighter for about 3 seconds, then squeeze to release the oils and ignite. Wipe around rim of the glass, then drop into liquid.
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2 comments:

  1. Spotted Dick24 January 2012 at 17:52

    Dear Albion

    I consider myself a new man and all but I have to object in the strictest possible terms to this latest post. I look to the Tavern for guidance on how to get the right amount of jelly out of a calves foot, how to squash as much pork (stop it) into a suet crust receptacle and so on. Not how to flirt with your other self in the cocktail lounges.

    Get a grip of yourself man (snick, snick, snick) and let's have things poached in beer with cheese on top. Come away from the Big Apple and get peeling Cox's and stuffing them in the fattiest things you can lay your hands on.

    Yours indignantly

    Spotted Dick

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    1. Darren Barrett25 January 2012 at 15:46

      Dick

      I'm sorry if you found this latest post not up meaty standards. I'll admit that this was a shameless attempt at attracting the fairer sex to the delights of my creative hands. Think of it as the bait, waiting for a nibble before POW – I hook them with one lusty flick of my rod.

      On second thoughts, I reckon this is more doomed than a Crystal Palace penalty.

      All the best.

      Albion Tavern

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