Friday Night Cocktail

The Floridita Daiquiri*

I’ve never really been that keen on light rum. I did make a watermelon mojito last year and that was pretty cool but the bottle of rum in my cupboard isn’t the first thing I think of when I’m thinking about cocktails. However, a change is as good as a rest and this was in the book and I had all the ingredients so worth a shot.

A daiquiri is (according to Wiki) a series of drinks made with rum, lime juice and sugar. (and very similar the the grog served by the Royal Navy to it’s sailors, a practice which continued until 1970!) There are serveral versions but this one made in the El Floridita bar in Havana (Ernest Hemmingway was a fan) is apparently the most famous.

Anyway, it’s sweeter and fruitier than it looks. It’s nicely balanced and a drink for a sunny day, not something I’d serve to the Parent but I’d try this out on Ryan and a couple of other people..

What

2oz light rum

.75oz fresh lime juice

.5oz simple syrup**

.25 maraschino liqueur

How

Shake ingredients over ice and strain into a chilled cocktail glass.

*all of March’s Friday Night Cocktails come from The Cocktailian Chronicles by Gaz Regan, you should go and buy this book, it’s great.

**this couldn’t be easier to make, equal amounts sugar and water, heat to dissolve the sugar, let it cool, use. Alternately, mix sugar and water, leave for an hour or so, the sugar will dissolve by itself!!

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Working mothers and feminism

Today I read this piece in the Daily Mail (I really can’t call it journalism). My first thought was that if this is true, Alice Walker used feminism as an excuse to be a shitty human being and a bad mother.

I say this because I was raised by a working mother and a feminist and she never made my brother or I feel we weren’t absolutely her first priority.

It could be a class thing, working class women have always worked and fitted that around husband, children and house. Both of my grandmothers worked, my maternal grandmother in Harrods, no less and my paternal grandmother pretty much did everything, mostly cleaning because my grandfather was a git. (The impression I have of my ‘Nana’, my Dad’s mother was that she died because she was worn out what with the many children and drunken husband.) All of my aunts and most of the mothers of the kids I went to school with did some kind of work, mostly part time dinner lady, working in a shop stuff but they worked. My mother was slightly different because she had a 9-5 job in a building society, at a time (1970’s and 80’s) when despite or maybe because we had a female prime minister, married women with children didn’t generally work full time.

For all that, I never felt that my brother and I weren’t Ma’s first priority. She was at all the school plays, all the parents evenings, she helped with homework, took us to Brownies and Cubs, we ate proper home cooked food, ok we did eat McDonalds one night a week, that was the night she left work, picked us up from play centre at 5.30pm and had to get me back to school for Brownies at 6.30pm so was all a bit of a rush. (There was a girl in my class, who also came with us and I realise now, would have wondered around for an hour between the two things with no dinner, if Ma hadn’t paid for her to have McDonalds with us too).

During the time we were small, Mum was up at 5am every day to ensure that clothes were sorted, lunches made etc. If you ask her about this time, she says that nothing comes easy and that when you have children, they come first and you can’t have it all. I had a father with a drink and a temper problem, my mother went back to work mainly because she couldn’t rely on him to pay the bills but I also had one of the most secure childhoods I know.

As an adult, I am aware of all the stuff my mother juggled and the sheer amount of work she did but as the time I didn’t have a clue. Two stories that demonstrate sum up my childhood really well:

  • As a 7 year old, for my first communion class, I was asked to define what the members of my family did to help one another, like almost all of the other kids, I said that my dad earned money to buy food and my mum cooked the dinner and looked after me. I think by this point, my mum was earning all the money to buy food and pay all the bills and she was cooking the food and looking after us. Was I aware, nope she genuinely made it look effortless.
  • When I was about 12, I lost my house keys. I was a very dramatic kid, so in tears and I also didn’t know what to do. So in tears I turned up at Mum’s work. She came down, dried my eyes, gave me her house keys and the bus fare home. She also gave me some money and told me to go the the key cutters and get a new key cut. Best lesson ever, she would always be around for me and help but I could sort it out and she trusted me to do what needed to be done. (Of course next time I lost my keys she made me pay to have the new key cut and the time after that she made me pay to have the locks changed – she was huge on taking responsibility, another vital lesson for a teenager!)

So this is my point, some people are good parents, who, whatever their parenting style, understand that children can and should change their life and that being a good parent often requires sacrifice but that’s the choice you make. Some parents are bad parents who shouldn’t have children and will use all sorts of excuses (sometimes feminism) to justify their selfishness.

Both sorts of parents have jobs and stay at home.

Rebecca Walker’s issues have nothing to do with feminism and everything to do with bad parenting, so while I am sorry that she had what sounds like a terrible childhood and now has an awful relationship with her mother, that wasn’t feminism’s fault, it wasn’t because her mother worked, or her parents divorced, it was because she had awful parents who didn’t put her needs before their own  (I notice that her father is never blamed for allowing the bizarre custody arrangements or any of the other stuff that happened).

Feminism didn’t cause that, her mother and father did.

So, please, lets stop blaming all women and ‘feminism’ generally for bad parenting.

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Stuff right now…

1. I had a migraine this week, still feeling slightly woozy and hungover from it. It’s frustrating because I’ve been having them at least once a month over the last couple and I can’t work out why.

2. I’ve cleaned the oven twice this week, it’s going to need more cleaning. At this point, I’m beginning to think it would be easier to buy a new one, it’s a complete housework fail and I need to get into the habit of cleanin the damn thing once a week.

3. I’m going to Fortnum and Mason’s on Friday for afternoon tea, it’s a work thing so I won’t be drinking all the champagne or wearing a hat!

4. The godchildren made grapefruit sorbet over the weekend, it’s very sharp and can only be eaten in tiny amounts, which is no bad thing.

5. I wanted to see one film a month and so far have only managed to see The Muppets. It’s about all my brain can handle at the moment.

6. Chelsea won a game last night. Thus leaves me happy but very surprised. It’s been a very bad season so far.

7. Capability Brown’s actual name was Lancelot. Which might explain why he preferred Capability.

8. Wednesday, half way through the week. Hurrah

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The basic cookie

I used to have a basic cookie recipe and then I lost the piece of paper it was written on the last time I moved.  What I also remember about it was that it was a lot of faff (two different types of sugar) etc. Back in August I made these cookies. They were really good and I’ve made them quite a bit since.

They are really easy to put together and taste lovely. Chocolate and cherries = equals best taste combination in the world. I’ve made them with the godchildren too..

I’ve made some adaptions to them. Mainly the method. Butter in my house is never soft enough to cream and I’m a lazy baker and if I can make a recipe one bowl I will. If you don’t like cherries (and you are missing out if you don’t, you can put something else in them, I reckon chopped up dried apricots would work well. The ones in the pictures are peanut butter and chocolate chips but just put a cup of whatever you fancy in them.

What

1 1/4 cups all purpose flour

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon sea salt

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 cup packed dark brown sugar

1 egg

4oz melted butter

1 cup of whatever you want to add.

How

  1. Preheat oven to 180oC.
  2. Whisk together the flour, baking soda and salt. Set aside.
  3. Blend the butter and sugar together.
  4.  Add the eggs and vanilla and beat to mix.
  5. Add the flour, baking soda and salt to the bowl and blend it all together.
  6. Stir in your chocolate/cherries/raisins/apricots (whatever you’re using).
  7. Drop a tablespoon of dough on a lined baking sheet and bake for about 10 minutes, or until puffy and golden.
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Sunday Music: Mr E’s Beautiful Blues – The Blues

The Eels

This week London has been a bit foggy. It’s been ages since I’ve seen proper fog in London (2007 in fact) but anyway, it was foggy, I was walking to the station and this popped up on the iPhone.

Most people remember the Eels for their first album Beautiful Freak and most especially for Novocaine for the Soul. After Beautiful Freak,  Mark Oliver Everett (or E), the lead singer, songwriter, guitarist, keyboardist and occasional drummer of the band, went through some serious stuff. His sister committed suicide and his mother got cancer. The next album, Electro-Shock Blues, is the album I own. It’s the album that has ‘Mr E’s Beautiful Blues’ on it and it’s the most life affirming song I can think of. Last week in the fog, it seemed just about right..

 

 

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Friday Night Cocktail

The Dreamy Dorini Smoking Martini

It’s a really silly name but a lovely drink.

I’m getting ahead of myself. Last week, at the London Cocktail Society or more to the point in the bar afterwards, it was suggested I read The Cocktailian Chronicles by Gaz Regan. A book about cocktails, sign me up…I read the book in two days.

I really enjoyed it and there was lots in it I wanted to try, so I decided that for March all Friday Night Cocktails would come from the book.

First up was this. The cocktail with a silly name. Why? ‘Cause I had all the ingredients in the house and I couldn’t imagine that this would work. Vodka, Laphroaig and Pernod.

It does though, the vodka taking away some of the intenseness of the whisky and the Pernod adds something extra without fighting the whisky.

According to the book, this cocktail was dreamt up by Audrey Saunders, who is also known as the ‘Libation Goddess’ and owner of the Pegu Club in New York. It’s tasty and worth a try but it’s still a very silly name..

The Dreamy Dorini Smoking Martini

2oz vodka (I used Sipsmith)

0.5oz Laphroaig

2 to 3 drops Pernod

lemon twist to garnish

How

Stir all of the ingredients over ice for 20to 30 seconds. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass and add lemon.

Drink.

 

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March Goals

I’ll sit down and think about how February went this weekend (ie when there’s more time) but I just want to jump in with the March plan.

1) 5k a day. I walk roughly 2.5k on an average weekday, I’m going to increase my mileage by upping it to 5k. That could be 3k on the treadmill or even outside during a lunch hour, it could be a run, I’m not fussed.

2) Sit ups, press ups, squats. 5 times a week I will do 3 sets of 10 of each. This isn’t going to be my only exercise but I really need a kick up the bum so little and often.

3) Sewing, this weekend I picked up the cross stitch for the first time in months and I need to finish this thing before this young lady turns one. So 2 hours a week.

4) All the Friday Night Cocktails (that’s 5 in March) will come from this book about which I will talk at length later on.

5) Lent aims continue.

6) As do the big 2012 goals

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Friday Night

Started with a tour of the Beefeater distillery. Ended at Callooh Callay. I learnt a lot and didn’t have a hangover. Fun.

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Sunday Music

On Friday I was in several bars…this was playing in one of them and it had been ages since I heard it.

White Town – I Coud Never Be Your Woman

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Stuff I like – When We Two Parted

Right now it’s Sunday night, I’m sorting myself for the week and listening to Feedback and there was a request to have Zeb Soanes read anything but poetry in particular. (I should confess, I love R4 but hadn’t ever thought ‘oh that’s Zeb Soanes’ when he was doing his thing. However, having just looked him up on the Web – he’s called Zebedee, how cool is that? and how he must have suffered at school, must have been taunted with ‘Boing‘ all the time!)

Anyway Zeb Soanes and his name is a massive diversion for the purposes of this post. The requestor of the ‘anything read by Zeb Soanes’ mentioned ‘She Walks In Beauty’ which is a Bryon poem. If you know anything about me, you’d know about my love of Bryon’s poetry (it’s the whole Regency thing). Bryon who was described as ‘mad, bad and dangerous to know’ by Lady Caroline Lamb (and he was was for her) was the ‘hero’ of his day and while I could do without ‘Childe Harold‘ and most of the epic poetry of the era, I love ‘When we two parted’, like so much in my life this is the fault of The Parent who loves this poem too..

When we two parted
In silence and tears,

Half broken hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

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