late sunday night newspaper reading
We are, apparently, about to mark the 150th anniversary of the gin and tonic. I don't know how they know these things; I don't suppose that whoever invented it put a notice in the "births" column. Still, it's a chance to celebrate the most perfect of all mixed drinks.
There is nothing in the world more refreshing than a g&t, even on a cold day. It's what I always ask for at the start of long plane journeys - however tedious the prospect may be, the hit of the gin, the ice and the pick-me-up tonic makes the prospect of six hours in a seat designed for a contortionist gnome seem almost tolerable. I find two g&t's doubles the effect.
Everyone has their favourite. I like a new gin, Hendrick's, which is not cheap but has a dry, cucumber flavour. With most other gins I prefer a slice of orange to lemon. There's a lot of snobbery around the tonic. Obviously not diet tonic, which tastes like the effluent from a nuclear power station.
Some people insist on prestige tonics, such as Fever-Tree, which I like well enough but is a little understated. For a real wallop you still need Schweppes. Some people say you should mix the drink half and half, though I think one part gin to two of tonic is more agreeable. You require a flat-bottomed tumbler and loads of ice, which doesn't dilute the drink as each cube helps keep the others frozen.
Years ago I was in what was still Rhodesia, waiting for Joshua Nkomo to address a rally. He was hours late. The sun beat down and there was no shade whatever. I began describing to my colleagues the ideal, Platonic g&t and evoked the clinking of the ice, the oily swirl of the gin, the faint blue blush of the tonic, and the beads of condensation on the glass. I am amazed I got out alive.
My punishment later was that overnight the instant tan on my face peeled off like pork crackling, leaving the thin, wan skin underneath.
(S. Hoggart)
damn my empty fridge!
There is nothing in the world more refreshing than a g&t, even on a cold day. It's what I always ask for at the start of long plane journeys - however tedious the prospect may be, the hit of the gin, the ice and the pick-me-up tonic makes the prospect of six hours in a seat designed for a contortionist gnome seem almost tolerable. I find two g&t's doubles the effect.
Everyone has their favourite. I like a new gin, Hendrick's, which is not cheap but has a dry, cucumber flavour. With most other gins I prefer a slice of orange to lemon. There's a lot of snobbery around the tonic. Obviously not diet tonic, which tastes like the effluent from a nuclear power station.
Some people insist on prestige tonics, such as Fever-Tree, which I like well enough but is a little understated. For a real wallop you still need Schweppes. Some people say you should mix the drink half and half, though I think one part gin to two of tonic is more agreeable. You require a flat-bottomed tumbler and loads of ice, which doesn't dilute the drink as each cube helps keep the others frozen.
Years ago I was in what was still Rhodesia, waiting for Joshua Nkomo to address a rally. He was hours late. The sun beat down and there was no shade whatever. I began describing to my colleagues the ideal, Platonic g&t and evoked the clinking of the ice, the oily swirl of the gin, the faint blue blush of the tonic, and the beads of condensation on the glass. I am amazed I got out alive.
My punishment later was that overnight the instant tan on my face peeled off like pork crackling, leaving the thin, wan skin underneath.
(S. Hoggart)
damn my empty fridge!
posted by Xilaren at 23:00
3 Comments:
zoume vious parallilous. kai ego to savvato to idio diavaza.....lol....alla ti na to kaneis to gin ama exeis ouiskia (sic) giro sou...na sou kaine to laimo. i like that feeling....:)
to dilima sto gin and tonic einai feta apo lime i lemoni? pio einai to sosto? iparxei sosto?
καταπληκτικό, δροσιστικό!
ρίχνω δικριτικό, εικονικό μπάζζο!
ο,τιδήποτε εκτός από φέτα τρικάλων. :Ρ ε, καλά εξαρτάται από τη χώρα, στην Ισπανία ή την Ελλάδα ας πούμε ποτέ δε θα σου βάλουν lime. κι έπειτα, θέμα γούστου, είδες, ο Hoggart, το πίνει με πορτοκάλι.
Πολύ μου αρέσει ο Hoggart παρεμπιπτόντως, οι σαββατιάτικες στήλες του σπάνια έχουν κάποιο νέο να μεταδώσουν, είναι λίγο σαν τη Φωφώ Βασιλακάκη του πολιτικού ρεπορταζ, ίσως λίγο πιο ιντελεκτυέλ, τελοσπάντων, τον αδικώ τον άνθρωπο αλλά έχει κάτι πολύ British about him, old-style journalism, subtle irony, εξαίρετη έκφραση, μπορεί να μη διαβάσω τίποτα άλλο, αυτόν θα τον διαβάσω οπωσδήποτε.
Το ουίσκυ το σιχαίνομαι, δεν αντέχω τη μυρωδιά, single malt, σου 'πα, μου πες, έχω δοκιμάσει τα πάντα, δε γίνεται τίποτα! μήπως να το λουστώ;
καλημέρα, gasireu, μιλ μερσί! το "εικονικό μπάζζο" έχει πολύ πλάκα, δεν είναι αστείο που πλην των 30 που μπαίνουν στο buzz, το σχόλιο σου είναι μυστηριώδες για όλους όσους μιλούν ελληνικά; γουστάρω
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