Sometimes a martini or four is an absolute must. Yes, martinis are a gift from the Stoli Gods. Pure nectar in a glass designed to tell you when you’ve had enough. That tall elegant glass that evokes an aura of sophistication and glamor – “a martini shaken, not stirred”. If you’ve had too many martoonies, you tend to tip that glass over. A built in alcohol level alarm.
Tonight was a four tarmoonie night for me. Orange Truffle Martinis, shaken, not stirred. And garnished with a chocolate covered orange slice. Yum. I didn’t make it to number five. The glass fell over.
Here’s my recipe for my upcoming sound night of sleep, Goodnight JohnBoy:
