When I misguidedly tried to abstain from drink, I had none in the house. Except, that is, for the vermouth.
I have always looked down on vermouth, and seen it as a culinary spirit, not fit for drink. In the league with marsala and sherry, it sat, dusty on the rack, to occasionally freshen a saute, or deglaze.
I pulled it down. It was a good brand, as expensive as the wines I drink. It recommended itself as a "long drink over ice". I poured it half and half with lemon soda water and a twist, over ice. So nice. Clean. Crisp. Refreshing. A wonderful bridge from afternoon to evening.
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Wow! You inspire.
ReplyDeleteHe's in the cupboard right now, looking for the vermouth.
ReplyDeleteIt does sound nice, very sophisticated, very French. As he said, inspiring. I've been reading Jacques' cookbooks, too. Quand voulez-vous diner ensemble? I'm sure that's lousy french, but oh well...