Shaken not Stirred.

Being single brings up all sorts of new things that I must learn. I have now decided I need to know how to make a Martini.

I drink red wine. Cold red wine. I have no idea how to make any sort of cocktail. I drink drinks I learn from TV. How sad is that? I like the ones that sound fancy, which is why for a while I drank Lemon Drops. That was fancy and tasty. But sticky.

So now I drink Absolute Martini's, thanks to the L Word. I have only had two but I really liked the olives. I'm pretty sure I should like the whole drink but the olives were the only tasty part.

Yesterday I decided it was time to make a effort to learn how to make a cocktail. I bought the glasses, the shaker, the cocktail book, and the lovely sticks that hold the tasty olives.

The liquor store was a little daunting. My ex had a drinking problem so we couldn't keep hard alcohol in the home, so I hadn't been in a liquor store in years. It was very shiny and I had no idea what I was doing. Luckily the salesman was happy to help. I left with all the supplies, I needed.

Now it is all set up on a lovely cocktail tray in the dining room. Last night I broke out the cocktail book and it looks hard. Very, very hard. I'm thinking now that I have invested quite a few dollars for a drink I don't really like all that much, that maybe I should have just bought a jar of olives, stuck them on a stick, and called it a day.

I finished the evening with a lovely glass of chilled red wine. Tonight could be the night I learn to make a Martini or that I just really like to decorate things on cocktail trays.