Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Something about a martini

Vince introduced me to garlic-stuffed olives. In the Karoo, we drove with a jar of them on the backseat, acquired in Prince Albert. He buys his at Safeway, surprisingly. I introduced Vince to martinis. They are a remarkable marriage.

There is something about a Martini

A tingle remarkably pleasant;

A yellow, a mellow Martini;

I wish I had one at present.

There is something about a Martini,

Ere the dining and dancing begin,

And to tell you the truth,

It is not the vermouth -

I think that perhaps it's the gin.

From A Drink with Something in It, Ogden Nash

Except that with us it's vodka, though I am prepared to defect again: I may revisit gin. It reminds me of the Chanel No. 19 that I wear. Not sure that's a good thing. Wouldn't want to start swigging from the Eau de Toilette...

I was given Secret Ingredients, The New Yorker Book of Food and Drink, by Vivian at Christmas. It's a wonderful collection of food writing, which I have just started reading, and the above is from Roger Angell's Dry Martini, circa. 2002


  1. "I introduced Vince to martinis. They are a remarkable marriage." Hmm, who's a remarkable marriage, garlic olives and martini, or martini and Vince? ;-)


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