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Joelle said at some point on October 26, 2007

Discussing the abundance of downright nauseating cocktail recipes available online…

Kathy: they don’t know their tit from their taint.

I’ve always been an “ass from their elbow” sort of girl, but this works, too.

In doing research for projects we’re working on, we’ve been seeking out various cocktail recipes online for inspiration.  We’ll try out a certain recipe, determine if we even like it, then see how we can change it, improve upon it or otherwise create something new.  I’m growing quite the alcohol arsenal.  My kitchen looks like an airplane beverage cart, I have so many little bottles of every kind of liqueur you could think of. (Don’t think there isn’t a cabinet — and freezer — of full-sizes for the staples.)

Last weekend, GFI (my upstairs neighbor, for those just joining us) and I got together to make some of the recipes that Kathy and I wanted to test out. She and I are not able to hang out together in person most of the time, so I test some and tell her the best ones, then she’ll get the ingredients and try it herself… and vice versa.  However, out of 6 cocktails tested (I have tiny ‘tasting-size’ martini glasses) only one was worth investigating further.  And one was worth warning you about.

Under no circumstances should you drink this drink unless you like rum and Ricola-flavored lighter fuel.  Gross.  Gross. I cannot even begin to express how gross.  We didn’t deviate from the recipe one bit and it was just… well, I guess I said it.  Gross.  *shudder*

Oh, and while it didn’t call for it in the Gingerbread Martini, let me give you the same tip I gave Kathy this morning: If you’re ever making a drink that calls for cinnamon schnapps, don’t ever cheap out and buy the bright red stuff called ‘Hot Damn!’ or “Devil Water” any other cutesy name involving fire.  While I don’t like Goldschlager much, as a rule, it is the only acceptable cinnamon schnapps as a far as I’m concerned.  I made this mistake and bought the cheap stuff.  Within an hour of tasting it I had to give away the bottle to my neighbor because the sight of it sickened me.  Just say no.

But don’t drink too much Goldschalger. As my favorite doctor, Suzie, once said over shots in Vegas, “It’s all fun and games until someone gets thrombocytopenia."