Fix another martini for the guy with his finger on the button, please
“Yeah, baby.” This man of hardship has definitely come up in the world. Instead of making his own tuna sandwiches with Gherkins, he’s got someone else shaking martinis and making wagyu steak for him. It’s the Hope ‘n Change tre chic – some people are more equal than others.
At least ranchers and Russians will benefit, right?
My ice day tv watching was a very educational experience. One show instructed that a proper martini is actually made with gin (vermouth), not vodka. Vodka is apparently for pansies who don’t appreciate flavor (I’m quoting the tv show, not my own experience here). Everybody knows that Bond’s preference of shaken martinis are actually watered down by ice, but they also said that shaking a martini is supposed to lend the drink a metallic flavor, so you are supposed to stir it instead…though I’m not quite sure how a metal spoon doesn’t lend it’s flavor to the drink… And apparently putting olives in it makes it an appetizer or something. Yep — just one of those, and I’d forget about eating or anything else. But since my bailout hasn’t been issued yet, vermouth hasn’t made it onto my shopping list.
So let’s set aside our brown bags and lift our caffeine-enriched cokes from 7-Eleven: Here’s to Emperor Arugula, the guy with his finger on the button who’s been relaxing with a few vodka martinis at his Epicurean Stimulus Par-tay.
UPDATE: I fixed the title. Apparently today was my day for grammar humility.
