I listened to The Clash's "London Calling" for the first time ever today - how could I have not had that experience to date? Sophisticated misfits. Beautiful dreamers.
I will not be making a cocktail, obviously, here at my table in the Wolfgang Puck Cafe overlooking the Starbucks' trash receptacle. I thought for this week I'd pass along Bruce Kliewer's recipes for "cocktails in honor of our Menno heritage" instead. Brilliant, all of them, I'm sure, though I have to admit I haven't yet had the opportunity to actually try any out. Please let me know if any among you (3) readers manage a test and have an opinion.
First off, "Kommst Borscht Sunrise": Fill a tall glass with lukewarm kommst borscht, add two ounces of amber tequila, then carefully pour two ounces of grenadine down the inside of the glass. Watch the "sun rise" as you enjoy this fine breakfast beverage, preferably while rocking in your chair on the front porch and watching the real sun rise over a field of tall ripening sunflowers.
No ripening sunflowers in my world, and I've never made kommst borscht, but perhaps one of these days...
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