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Speaking of martinis, here’s how I like mine:
(Dirty of course.)
- 3 oz Vodka (Ketel One, Skyy, Grey Goose) — or Bombay Sapphire. Depends on my mood, but I find the vodka is a bit smoother.
- 1/2 oz Dry Vermouth — Noilly Prat please
- 1/2 oz Olive Juice — especially the fine squeeze from olives marked as “martini olives”.
the Goobertini
Before-hand, stick the martini glass in the freezer to chill it. Fill your shaker half full of cracked ice. This is important as the ice serves two purposes: to chill the ingredients (obviously), but also to add enough melt water to the drink to soften the alcohol’s bite. Add the above ingredients and shake vigorously for half a minute. Cheers, Mr. Bond. strain into your frozen glass and toss in a few olives on a spear.
Tasty business there. Remember, although a good martini is stiff, don’t sip and nurse it. Nothing ruins a martini faster than letting it get too warm. I also think they taste better whilst wearing a silk robe Heffner-style. :)
And for your Fleming fans, here’s the excerpt from the novel that details what we now know as the Vesper martini thanks to Daniel Craig:
Bond insisted on ordering Leither’s Haig-and-Haig on the rocks and then he looked carefully at the barman.
“A dry martini,” he said. “One. In a deep champagne goblet.”
“Oui, monsieur.”
“Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon’s, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it’s ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon peel. Got it?”
“Certainly, monsieur.” The barman seemed pleasant with the idea.
“Gosh that’s certainly a drink,” said Leiter.
Bond laughed. “When I’m… er… concentrating.” he explained, “I never have more than one drink before dinner. But I do like that one to be large and very strong and very cold and very well-made. I hate small portions of anything, particularly when they taste bad. This drink’s my own invention. I’m going to patent it when I can think of a good name.”
He watched carefully as the deep glass became frosted with the pale golden drink, slightly aerated by the bruising of the shaker. He reached for it and took a long sip.
“Excellent,” he said to the barman, “but if you can get a vodka made with grain instead of potatoes, you will find it still better.”
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