Tue 16 Jun 2009
LL was working on dinner last night — the subject of a subsequent post — and said, “You know, I
really feel like a gin and tonic, but I don’t think we have any tonic water.”
I said, “You’re right, we do not.”
And she said, “Do we still have any of those French sodas?”
She was referring to the Lorina sparkling lemonades that come in different flavors. We keep a few bottles on hand for guests who don’t drink alcoholic beverages. They’re quite pleasant in a mildly effervescent, delicately fruity, slightly sweet manner.
“I think so,” I said, and went to check the drinks refrigerator, where I found a bottle of Lorina Sparkling French Berry Lemonade.
“O.K.,” I said, “let’s see what we can do with this.”
I filled a tall glass with ice, poured in some of the pale pink, fizzy berry-lemonade and added a couple of caps-worth of Amsterdam gin. LL had just squeezed a lime for a cucumber-lime salsa, and she said, “Put a little lime juice in. It probably could use the tartness.” So I did that and also dropped in a couple of pieces of lime peel.
Voila! A very tasty, refreshing and uncomplicated cocktail, light, pretty to look at and easy to drink.
Now — what shall we call it?
June 16th, 2009 at 10:46 am
I’d call it the Lovely Lady. For obvious reasons.
Is Lorina in wide distribution? It sounds like something I want to hunt down for this summer.
June 16th, 2009 at 12:03 pm
That’s a good name, Marie. It’s pink, that’s why.
And it sounds really great for summer.
June 16th, 2009 at 12:23 pm
Marie, thanks, that’s wonderful…. Lovely Lady for a lovely drink and for LL!
It should be pretty widely distributed. I mean, if you can get it in Memphis …
June 16th, 2009 at 12:25 pm
In refrence to the hue and its Gallic main ingredient you could always steal from Frog’s Leap and call it La Grenouille Rouganté–The Blushing Frog.
Or if you want to be naughty in a Shakespearean way, go for The Bespank’d Rump.
June 16th, 2009 at 7:51 pm
Ha-ha, Benito, though that sounds more like Wycherley than Shakespeare. How about The Embarrassed Strumpet, if we want to continue on those lines?
One of my favorite champagnes, for some reason not seen v. often, is Perrier-Jouet’s Blason de France Rose, whose color the national rep, many years ago, described to me as “the blush on the thigh of an aroused nymph.” I think about that hue frequently.
June 16th, 2009 at 8:11 pm
“the blush on the thigh of an aroused nymph.”
I guess you’re never too old to dream.