The Tia Juano is one of the 15 Tequila based drinks in the Café Royal Cocktail Book, published in 1937. I have written the recipe as it appears in the book, which happens to be in parts, rather than ounces or ml.

1/8 Campari

3/8 French Vermouth

1/2 Tequila

Shake

The whole 1/8 and 3/8 part can be a bit confusing, so I’ve translated it into the following for ease of use:

1/4 oz/7 ml Campari

3/4 oz/22 ml French Vermouth

2 oz/60 ml Tequila

Shake

I’m not going to add too much in line of commentary to this one as I’m hoping a few people will try it and post their own comments. I think there’ll be an interesting divide on this one…

seco, amargo, gusto a hierbas, olor a pueblo, diseño de tango de cantina de la boca, barro tal vez diría el flaco, desteñido como la penguin que todavía se esconde en alguna percha de los locales de la quinta avenida : la galería de la santa fé.
el poco color rojo que tiene se lo llevó su amigo de barra don cynar con su alter ego glam : el campari.
vermú rico, que tiene ajenjo y pega, vermú que descubrí en ese lugar de descubrimientos que es cundeamor.

gran tema de pez.

la negra y el flaco.

Coffee and yogurt

Outside Brooklyn Tech

Diner near Brooklyn Tech… waiting for Sam to get out of the Specialized HS test

Ice tea

Campari and soda at Solveig’s party

Yes you do.

As I write I have a bundt cake in the oven. Based off the smells alone, I can tell that I made a good choice in making this cake from Orangette. But the real question is, or at least it should be, why did I make a bundt cake?
Don’t be fooled by the title of this post, National Bundt Cake Day was last Sunday. I didn’t make my cake then because I was making a boozy Pumpkin pie instead. But with a growing love of bundt cakes and another boozy recipe to try, I figured I’d celebrate a week later. Besides, I don’t have a ‘real‘ bundt pan, but rather a silicone ring pan, so I’m okay being a little belated in my celebration. (On a side note, don’t make the mistake that I did and assume that your bundt pan is the right size. I mean really, why wouldn’t it be universal. If in doubt, I will from here on out measure. Lesson learned, I promise.)
Additionally, as this recipe calls for a cup of bourbon, I had to head to liquor store. And a trip to the liquor store is an excuse to poke around a see what they stock that I want to try. On this trip, that meant a bottle of Campari so that I can try my hand at making Negronis, Americanos, and other Italian cocktails. And with my cake soon to be done, I will leave you that and promise of reports of good eating and good drinking to come.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009
East Wing Martini

My mind tends to work in strange and mysterious ways.  Not all of them logical.  Few of them, in fact.  First thing I thought of when I saw the name of this cocktail was the old West Wing TV series.  I loved that show, at least in the earlier years.  I didn’t watch much of the last season or two.  It lost a lot of charm for me after Aaron Sorkin left the show, some of the spark just wasn’t there anymore.  And of course my conservative boyfriend hated it, a bunch of Democrats spouting off every week.  I suppose for me it was a fictional respite from the very long years of the Bush administration … one could tune in once a week and think, “if only …” (if only our President actually had a brain!  if only somebody like Leo McGarry really existed in the Oval Office!  if only Toby Ziegler would try smiling for just one episode!) and so on.  But after all this reminiscing, I realized I really know little to nothing about the “East Wing” of the White House.  Assuming that’s what this drink is named after.  WHY it would be named after it is another matter entirely.  I’m not going to go there because I have no clue.  It’s only my job to take you off to some hithertofore unexplored realms of imagination before telling you what I think of the martini I’m drinking.  Hmmm.  Sounds like a bartending version of The Twilight Zone.  Hope that giant eyeball doesn’t start looking like a cocktail olive.

Will somebody PLEASE get Stockard Channing a martini?

The East Wing consists of 6 parts vodka, 1 part Campari, 2 parts cherry brandy, and the ubiquitous lemon twist.  The East Wing of the White House is apparently where the First Lady’s office is now and where her staff works, although apparently that choice can vary from administration to administration.  I couldn’t find out online whether or not that’s where Michelle Obama has her office.  It seems like a long walk to work from wherever the First Family resides in the West Wing, but then again, it beats driving and she usually wears flats, so I’d give that a two thumbs-up call for commuting.  Maybe this martini is considered a dignified girlie drink worthy of First Ladies and hence the name.  Or someone just pulled it out of their ass.  Probably the latter. 

So in mixing this, my red alert flag should have gone off because I’m starting to realize that Campari is right up there with Pernod in terms of “liquor to avoid” for me.  Although it isn’t nearly as strong.  It just doesn’t blow my skirt up, though.  But for having one part Campari to 6 parts vodka, this was far more palatable to me than the equivalent proportion of Pernod would have been.  I shudder at the mere thought.  This is a lovely shade of reddish gold with a hint of pink to it, a very pretty drink, and the cherry brandy (I used Bols, I’ll be honest that prior to now I never knew what “Bols” made, I’d just heard the name as some kind of liqueur but it never clicked) mollified that bitter/herb bite of the Campari.  A tad more cherry brandy and a bit less Campari and this might be just right for me.  In this form, I would actually give it 3.5 stars – it was good.  Much better than I expected.  Worth sampling again in 2010.

Cheers,
Cathy

*LUPEC Boston’s latest ruminations, in case you missed ‘em in this week’s Dig.

by Pink Lady

Did you wake up after the LUPEC Boston Tiki Bash with dry mouth, a pounding head and a bad case of UPDA (unexplained paranoid drinking anxiety)? It’s OK, so did we. If you’re the lucky recipient of one of the gift certificates we raffled off, we hope you chose to spend it on a little hair of the dog, as that is truly the only way to reset your off-balance nervous system once afflicted with a hangover.

The winner of a $100 gift certificate to Eastern Standard, for example, had many delicious brunch beverage options from which to choose. Roll right from our 1950s tiki party into the swingin’ ’60s with classic morning sips, like a Greyhound or a Harvey Wallbanger. When’s the last time you had Galliano?

Brunch cocktails at Toro are offered in pitchers, which is exactly what the winner of that gift certificate needed for the morning after. The Blood Orange Mimosa is a lovely, dark pink take on the classic that looks oh-so inviting in large quantities. And a pitcher of Bloody Marys is packed with nourishing Vitamin C and lycopene, which has been extensively studied for its possible antioxidant and cancer-preventing properties. There’s got to be a hangover cure in there somewhere, too.

For the recipient of a gift certificate from the Franklin Café, we’d suggest brunch at the Franklin Southie over an Improved Toxic Moxie Cocktail, featuring Rittenhouse Rye, Fernet Branca, Moxie and angostura orange bitters. True New Englanders know Moxie makes everything better … as does the bacon that we suggest you add to your hangover-snuffing sirloin burger.

Can’t make a move without coffee? Lucky news for the lucky winner of 4 pounds of coffee from the 1369 Coffeehouse. If only it came with a personal barista/masseuse to rub away the pain.

Did you sleep till 4pm? There, there. Sleeping in is the best way to sleep it off. No one needs to know your early-bird dinner at Hungry Mother is the first meal of the day. The lucky winner of that gift certificate had a smorgasbord of rich, Southern-style, hangover-healing comfort food to choose from. Baked grits with tasso ham and cheddar and a bowl of potlikker soup with turnips, braised greens and ham hock should do the trick. Wash it down with a No. 56—gin, Aperol, sour and cava—the bitters and bubbles are sure to settle your stomach.

Perhaps the luckiest winner of all received a free round-trip ticket to anywhere JetBlue flies, allowing a chance to run from their hangover with real-life escapism. Actual sand and surf, and some R&R, could make you forget bitter, cold Boston and our faux tropic Tiki Bash. And Bloody Marys always taste better at 30,000 feet.

Tiki cocktails are potent stuff, but you can’t say we didn’t warn you. Thanks to all who turned out for donating your dollars—and your livers—to help support our fall beneficiary, On the Rise. We hope you had fun … perhaps enough to relive the night—maybe in a few weeks—with this modern tiki creation, a LUPEC Boston original.

KEN-TIKI

1.5 oz bourbon

0.5 oz Campari
rinse Herbsaint
0.75 oz Falernum
0.5 oz passionfruit

0.5 oz lemon

Put all ingredients except Herbsaint in a shaker and shake. Rinse glass with Herbsaint (or absinthe). Strain into a chilled cocktail glass.

CIN-CIN!

That was hot. La propriu si la figurat. Cocktail flambat din care nu am mai prins decat norisorul de fum marturie a flamei. Nu mai stiu care-i denumirea din meniu asa ca l-am numit Cloud Dancing Cocktail : P

Cat despre What’s not. I give you -  biscuitii de pahar, oribilizeniile alea din tot felul de materiale de la pluta la carton care apara masa de alcoolul spumos cu tendinta de evadare din pahar.

Am intrat in posesia informatiilor pretioase la prezentarea Exquisite Bar Solutions unde Marius Gogoasa ne-a mai spus o nestiuta . Si anume ca obisnuim, in nestiinta noastra, sa bem prin baruri cocktail-uri facute cu apa de la chiuveta- pentru ca gheata nu e facuta cum ar trebui – cu apa minerala.

Tot de la el am aflat cum influenteaza media consumul de alcool. Cosmopolitan e in topul vanzarilor pentru ca e bautura la moda in Sex and the City. La randul lui, Mojito, a cunoscut un boom dupa ce James Bond i-a oferit un pahar lui Halle Berry tocmai cand iesea uda din piscina.Stropi, stropi.

Tot de la Marius am mai aflat si de Umami – al cincilea gust, al cincilea element Este gustul care detecteaza savoarea. Singura nelamurire pe care o am e legata de pronuntie, desi cred ca atunci cand dai peste ceva savuros nu poti sa te exprimi decat printr-un languros si lung “Uhmaaamiiii”.

Anyways, acum ca am invatat how to shake that thing ma pregatesc intens pentru petreceri cu vodka Skyy si Campari Cocktail  aerat anyone ?

So, congrats Millenium Communications si mii de mulţumiri Cristalex de la care am primit un shaker pe care l-am si pus repede la treaba.

I love this cocktail. It’s simple, yet complex and strong, without being overbearing. The inspiration for this drink’s revival was Manny from Corzo and Casadores tequila. He shared his love for and insights on tequila with the Hawaii bar guild a few weeks back. Since then, I have sat at four different bars watching my colleagues mix up drinks that he inspired them to do. I went in a little different direction and tried to find a classic tequila recipe other than the margarita that was still worth a damn; Mission accomplished.

The Rosita is a wonderfully simple mix of sweet and dry vermouth, Campari, Angostura bitters and tequila. Ahhh, her name just rolls off the tongue…Rosita. The flavors blend beautifully with each ingredient adding to the libation without distracting from the cocktail as a whole. A perfect mixture of sweet and dry vermouth is used in many drinks and does a terrific job of adding subtle sweetness without the candied taste to this classic. The tequila is hearty, but has little to no bite. It is instead finished with a slight bitter taste that leaves you craving another drink. Delicious on so many levels, I ought to just give you the recipe and you can see for yourself.

The Rosita

1 1/2 oz reposado tequila (Corzo)

1/2 oz Campari

1/2 oz dry French vermouth (Noilly Pratt)

1/2 oz sweet Italian vermouth (Cinzano)

Dash of Angostura bitters

stir with ice and strain

The beautiful Rosita

Martini acaba de realizar un viral, un tanto soso, que nos recuerda a la campaña que realizó Estrella Damm en verano, con Formentera de fondo, y que a nosotros nos gusta bastante más, del que ya hablamos en este blog. Aqui son las chicas las protagonistas, bebiendo Martini Bianco, bebida más femenina que el Martini Rosso, más de chicos? Preferimos los spots de Martini de antaño.

Personalmente, me inclino por otro aperitivo italiano, el Campari, que con agua de Vichy y una pequeña dosis de naranja sienta estupendamente. Eso sí, como el Bloody Mary, a partir del segundo el peligro es inminente.

Thursday, November 5, 2009
Brown Cocktail

Friday, November 6, 2009
California Martini

Saturday, November 7, 2009
Campari Martini & the Church Lady Martini

As you can see, I’ve got a bit of catching up to do.  I was out on Thursday night at happy hour with my favorite brother at our favorite wine bar in downtown San Diego (The Grape).  For some reason (this blog, maybe?), I wasn’t in the mood for wine, so I had a dirty martini instead.  I knew I would be having another martini later and I’ve found the combining red wine with any kind of hard liquor is usually a bad idea for me.  Combining different hard liquors is also usually bad idea, too, but my head seems more tolerant of it the next day. 

My cocktail for Thursday evening was the Brown Cocktail.  Along with Sue’s comment, I’d like to know the origins of some of these names, too.  This one is 4 parts gin, 2 parts light rum, 1 part dry vermouth, and a kumquat garnish.  No luck on finding kumquats this time of year, although admittedly I didn’t look THAT hard, either – I figured I could forgo the garnish.  I have some Captain Morgan silver rum, maybe “light rum” has more of a tint to it and therefore would have made the drink slightly brown.  Or it’s named after someone named Brown.  Which brings me to the title of this post.  I find it strangely amusing that Jerry Brown is planning to run for Governor of California AGAIN.  Since he was Governor before the term limit thing was enacted, he actually can run again.  It’s kind of trippy if you’ve lived in California a long time, like, say, your whole life (save for three months that Sue and I lived in London).  I was born here in 1963.  Jerry Brown was Governor while I was in junior high, high school, and then started college – very formative years, those.  I remember Jerry Brown as this:

I especially remember him dating Linda Ronstadt, that was like cool for a politician of the time, and to me he didn’t look like one of these typical fat old white guys with no neck and three chins, which is how most of Congress usually looks to me in any given administration, ditto with any major company’s Board of Directors. 

It seemed particularly appropriate that my cocktail for the following evening was thus the California Martini – and strangely coincidental in keeping with this blog that Jerry was once photographed with the flavor-maker of a couple of Sue’s previous cocktails, the Reverend Jim Jones.

Kinda creepy if you think about it, probably one photo he wishes weren’t in his archive.  Then again, I have a lot of photos of me with ex-boyfriends that I wish had never been committed to celluloid, either.  For those of you who don’t know the story of the Jonestown Massacre (mass suicide, really), look it up on Wikipedia and educate yourselves.  Over 900 people drinking cyanide-and-sedative laced grape Flavor-Aid (actually wasn’t Kool-Aid, just tasted the same!) at one man’s directive, killed themselves in November of 1978.  I remember hearing about it in high school, and it was apparently the largest single loss of American lives leading up to September 11, 2001, which I hadn’t realized.  People often will name cult suicides like Jonestown and Heaven’s Gate in the same breath – this guy made the Heaven’s Gate group look like a bunch of pansies.  Yeeesh.  It is just this sort of cattle-minded thinking that brought us people like Hitler.  The emphasis should not just be on “question authority” anymore.  The important thing we should all learn is to question everything – creepy religions, bell-bottom jeans, cheap vodka.  You are a human being with an IQ, not a mindless sheep.

Which brings me back to cocktails.  I know you’re struggling to figure out how, but bear in mind that my train often jumps from track A to D with no visible means of switching.  It’s a gift, really.  This one was a bit harsh to the palate at first sip.  I kind of immediately stuck it into the “not a favorite” category.  I took a few more sips, and then ended up getting busy with some chores around the house and didn’t get back to the drink until I sat down again about a half hour later.  I’m not sure if by then the drink had time to warm up a bit (it had, obviously) or the flavors melded together better, but after it had sat for awhile, it actually tasted much better and was really pretty good.  Not quite a 4 star drink, but above a 3.5 star level.  Maybe the kumquat would have elevated it, I have no idea.  If I happen to run across a kumquat, I’ll make it again.  Smoother than straight gin, not as sweet as straight rum would be, and softened by the vermouth, a touch of spice to it.  Not bad and an interesting variation.

So this brings us to the dear state of California and the martini thusly named.  Would be interesting to see ol’ Jerry sworn in again after he was first Governor 30 years ago.  Makes you think of some time travel movie or someone in a coma for decades, they wake up and ask, “who’s the Governor?” and get told it’s Jerry Brown (again), they wouldn’t think they’d missed a beat, save for the fact that the dude now looks like this:

Yikes!  That would definitely be the time for a stiff drink!  Okay, I’m kidding.  All things considered, for spending that much time in politics, the guy doesn’t look bad.  After all, look at Jimmy Carter.  He aged 20 years while he was President, easily.  Now it isn’t close enough to the election for me to start really reading up on the candidates and their policies, I had my overdose of that crap during the Obama/McCain debates.  Too often most elections seem to me to boil down to the lesser of two evils.  Why anyone would even WANT to be Governor of California right now, I have no idea.  Out of control debt and unemployment and a business-hostile environment that has companies right and left picking up and moving elsewhere?  Check, please.  Maybe some folks just have a masochistic streak.  So, looking at Wikipedia at the current potential crop of candidates, we could end up with … hmmm, Jerry Brown vs. Meg Whitman (former CEO of eBay)?  Now that would be entertaining.  Maybe Meg could sell off state surplus equipment and all those old computers gathering dust somewhere without having to pay listing fees on eBay.  Yep, that’d solve the budget problems right there.  Jerry could have a for-old-times-sake fling with Linda Ronstadt now that she’s doing all those albums in Spanish and help bring in the Latino vote.  And you wonder why I drink?  It’s because I think of weird shit llike this.

The California Martini, I’m guessing (?) named for the red wine in it, given the popularity of California’s wine-growing regions, is 6 parts vodka, 1 part red wine, 1 tablespoon dark rum, 3-5 dashes of orange bitters, garnished with an orange twist.  I really have no idea why it’s named the California.  But despite the eclectic (at least to me) list of ingredients, it was a very good drink.  I give this one an easy 4 stars, perhaps a bit higher.  Very sippable, smoothed out with the wine and the touch of rum, and the orange bitters (I have blood orange bitters from BevMo) add just a hint of sweetness.  A delightful drink and a nice way to end the week on a Friday evening.  Not that my weeks are really so tough these days, being unemployed, the days kind of tend to blend together, although I did get my kids back for the week on Friday night, so to me that’s a good reason for needing a martini whether I’m working or not! 

So Saturday rolled around – soccer playoff game for the 10-year-old (they won, awesome), celebratory lunch at McDonald’s and another Happy Meal toy FAIL – honestly, Mickey D’s hasn’t had a good Happy Meal toy in about the last year or so, they’re mostly just cheap pieces of plastic that just sit there – couple of errands by Mom including putting the unemployment check in the bank that came in Saturday’s mail, always an important thing.  It was a lovely day outside but I couldn’t get the kids on the same mental track to want to do anything in terms of going to a park, the beach, etc. , or at least on the same track of things that didn’t cost Mommy a lot of money.  If they had their way, I’m sure they’d love to have me drop $80 on tokens at Peter Piper Pizza or Chuck ‘E Cheese so they could spend the afternoon playing video games while I only have a cheap beer to entertain myself.  No thanks.  So we headed home, kids decided to watch a movie and I opted for the quiet of my bedroom, the ceiling fan, and perusing a collection of mail-order catalogs that had come in the mail the past few days.  You can tell the Christmas retail season is in full swing.  Even though I’ve fallen off a lot of mailing lists in the past year, come November, they start coming hot and heavy in the mailbox.  6 catalogs today alone.  What can I say, it’s like window shopping.  And I’m a chick.  I don’t think I need to say more. 

After breaking up probably half a dozen squabbles between my two boys by dinnertime, I wasn’t quite sure what kind of martini I was in the mood for.  I had three contenders – the Campari, the Christmas Tini (similar to Sue’s previously blogged version, except with vodka), or the Church Lady Martini.  I decided on the latter – 2 parts orange juice, 2 parts dry vermouth, 4 parts gin, garnished with lemon, lime, and orange wedges – almost a liquid citrus salad or something – it sounded practically healthy.  Now I tend to associate the term “Church Lady” with Dana Carvey’s character from SNL.  Whether that is the origin for this drink’s name, I have no idea.  I doubt it.  My guess is that it looks like a simple glass of orange juice or maybe a mimosa and thus the little old churchgoing lady would feel less conspicuous drinking it, than, say, a dry martini with nothing more than an olive in it.  Not to mention the alcohol content is a bit lower.  Plus the fruit garnish makes it look festive and Sunday-brunchy. 

Well, isn't this drink SPECIAL?

Alas, to my palate it is nothing more than a screwdriver (vodka and OJ, that early adulthood drink when you don’t know any better, right up there with rum and Coke on the scale of things that now give me a headache just looking at them).  The orange juice and dry vermouth pretty much overshadow whether the base is gin or vodka, hence the similarity.  I could feel somewhat healthier for having consumed some Vitamin C in the course of this cocktail, but otherwise it really didn’t do much for me.  I give it three stars only because there was nothing offensive about it – it was a good, smooth, sippable drink.  Just nothing to write home about.  I would imagine that if Dana Carvey were mixing it up, it would probably consist of a little more kick to it, maybe some Captain Morgan 100 instead of the gin.  Now that might be worthy of consideration!

Which brings us to the final cocktail of this post, the Campari.  No, I didn’t save the best for last in this case.  I’d never had Campari before, at least to my knowledge, and after seeing their sexy Jessica Alba ad campaigns, I certainly felt more compelled to try it.  Perhaps drinking this will prompt someone to airbrush all of my photos with a thinner waistline, too!  I’d be all over that!  It certainly appears to be the sipping liqueur of the elite and the beautiful people.  The martini is comprised of 6 parts vodka, 1 part Campari, and a lime twist, definitely a gentle introduction to the concoction.  What can I say about it?  Blech.  I mean, it wasn’t bad, not like downing a mouthful of Jagermeister or anything, just not a herb/spice combo that I can really see myself taking to.  I kept trying to think of something to put in it to change the drink but really wasn’t sure what.  A couple extra drops of lime juice (which I like) helped a bit, but in general it just wasn’t the drink for me.  I’m sure there are lots of folks who like it, but I would need to try it in other combos to decide if it is truly a thumbs-up or thumbs-down mixer for me.  I know I like dirty martinis and a lot of people can’t stomach those, so I will reserve judgement and give this a 3 star rating.  Not planning to mix it up again, though.

On that note, I rest my shaker for the evening.  Back next time with either the Christmas Tini or the Citrus Martini (depends on my mood!).  Until then,

Your hostess,
Cathy

Metode ini belum lazim dipergunakan di Indonesia, mengingat umumnya pendekatan yang sering dipakai dalam menganalisa kelayakan pinjaman masih banyak menggunakan 5P/6P dan 3P/2R, secara umum pendekatan CAMPARI& ICE dapat dijabarkan sebagai berikut:

CAMPARI (Character, Ability, Means, Purpose, Amount, Repayment, Insurance)

1. Character

Bank harus mendapatkan nasabah yang memiliki karakter yang baik dan dapat dipercaya

2. Ability

Bagaimanakah kemampuan debitur dalam menjalankan bisnisnya? bagaimanakah track record-nya?

3. Means

Apakah aset-aset yang dimiliki oleh debitur terkait dengan pengajuan permohonan kreditnya ?

4. Purpose

Apakah tujuan penggunaan kreditnya?

5. Amount

Berapakah jumlah yang diminta oleh debitur? terkait dengan self financing yang harus disediakan oleh debitur

6. Repayment

Bagaimanakah repayment capacity dari debitur tersebut?

7. Insurance

Apakah agunan yang ditawarkan oleh debitur?

ICE ( Interest, Comission, Extras)

1. Interest

Semakin prima debitur tersebut, maka selayaknya bank mempertimbangkan untuk memberikan suku bunga yang lebih murah dibandingkan dengan debitur biasa

2. Comission

Berkaitan dengan biaya akad kredit yang harus dibayarkan oleh debitur (contoh: biaya provisi, biaya administrasi, biaya notaris, angsuran pertama

3. Extras

Berkaitan dengan potensi cross-selling dengan produk perbankan lainnya (misalnya:Payroll, Giro)

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Stakk i stallen rett etter jobb i dag, slik at vi kunne få med oss en smule dagslys under treninga. Vel… Det gikk ikke helt som planlagt. Før treninga med Sara fant jeg nemlig ut at jeg skulle slippe Brego løs på ridebanen litt, kanskje leke med presenningen eller se hva annet morsomt som dukket opp. Liten Brego tenkte ikke det samme, og etter et par ørnebørnerunder i galopp sa det vips!, og han hadde hoppet over porten og var på vei ned til resten av flokken på utegangen… “Porten” var i dette tilfellet ikke store greia, bare en strømtråd som var strekt fra stolpe til stolpe i sånn en meters høyde eller så, men allikevel da! Han hadde god klaring også gutten – kanskje det er spranghest han skal bli?

Så da ble det litt ekstra tid på å hente ham igjen, ta ham med opp på banen på nytt og forklare at slikt gjør man ikke. Med andre ord; sette opp bedre stengsler denne gangen. Og det funka, så da håper jeg jeg slipper flere jail breaks i fremtiden!

Etterpå var det Saramor sin tur, og torsdag ble kjøredag denne uka. Roadcart-kjøring på jordet sådan. Elin kom i stallen akkurat tidsnok til å sale på Campari og bli med ut på tur, men Pari var i et smule elektrisk humør og klikka hver gang Baltus kom løpende forbi, så den planen ble endret rimelig kjapt I stedet ble det travtrening på Sara og meg igjen i dag; skritta halvannen runde på jordet, trava rettstrekka tur/retur 5 ganger, skritta en runde og trava rettstrekka tur/retur 3 ganger før det selvfølgelig ble nedskritting til slutt. Her snakker vi temmelig gode avstander altså, men Sara var bare litt småklam under brøstet, og that’s it! Ikkeno pusting, ikkeno svetting – jeg aner ikke hva den hesten er laget av, men stålkondis har hun i alle fall, samme hvor stor vommen måtte være.

Mi piace socializzare e sono senza dubbio un ‘animale da gruppo’: chiassoso, guascone, e col gomito ben alzato quando ci vuole. Ma questo non vuol dire che non apprezzi anche una dimensione più pacata e personale del tempo libero. Qui da noi sembra che se fai una cosa da solo, che so andare al cinema, a un concerto, al ristorante, o appunto al bar, vuol dire che sei triste, oppure rattristito da qualcosa. Sembri un poveretto da consolare. O uno sfigato dal quale stare alla larga. Credo sia anche il frutto italico di un’attitudine sociale e culturale senza dubbio allegra e di compagnia – e fin qui va benissimo – ma anche poco attenta alla sfera intellettiva strettamente personale. Il pensare, l’approfondire, il cavarsela da soli. Forse uno dei problemi che hanno contribuito al tracollo italico degli ultimi decenni è proprio questo. Forse dovremmo spendere più tempo con noi stessi e meno con gli amici al bar, con zii e parenti vari, o con Sky. Per esempio, l’altro giorno:

‘Ciao, dove stai andando?’
‘Al bar’
‘Da solo?’
‘Sì, perchè? Un bicchiere di rosso e mi leggo un pò questo…’
‘Un libro? Al bar?’
Mi guardo intorno, smarrito. ‘Mi stai prendendo in giro?’
‘Ti stavo chiedendo la stessa cosa…’
‘Vabbè, scappo’
‘Alla prossima’

‘Guarda chi ti incontro oggi…’
‘Ciao sderenato’
‘Da quando fai lo scrittore non ti si vede più da ’ste parti’
‘Ma quale scrittore… Non mi si vede perchè sono sepolto di bimbe, altrochè’
‘Dove stai andando?’
‘Al bar’
‘Da solo?’
Sopracciglia corrucciate. ‘E allora?’
‘No, niente, per sapere. Certo che sei strano… Hai visto la Juve ieri sera?’
‘Ehm, no’
‘Manco il calcio ti guardi più? Te la tiri proprio…’
‘Vai a cagare’
‘Ciao strano, stammi bene. E se ti senti troppo solo al bar fammi un fischio’
Sorrido e saluto. Poi mormoro: ‘Piuttosto attacco bottone con qualche vecchio ubriaco di Campari…’

‘Ciao, quanti siete?’
‘Uno’
‘Cioè, tu più uno?’
‘No, solo io’
‘Ah’
Proseguo verso i tavoli nella sala interna, semi deserta vista la distanza di qualche metro dall’affollatissimo bancone strapieno di stuzzichini per l’aperitivo. Dopo un paio di minuti si avvicina un cameriere.
‘Cosa vi porto?’
‘Per me un bicchiere di rosso fermo, per gli altri clienti non so’
Non coglie l’umorismo asciutto nordeuropeo. ‘Quali altri clienti?’
‘No, scherzavo. Solo un bicchiere di rosso, grazie’
‘Sei solo?’
Inizio a sentirmi infastidito. ‘Sì’
‘Guarda che il maxi schermo lo accendiamo solo con la Serie A Tim’
‘Davvero? E come faccio io adesso…’
‘Vuoi che chiedo al titolare? Su Milan Channel ci sarà qualche servizio sugli allenamenti a Milanello, qualcosa…’
‘Ti ringrazio, ma lascia stare. Leggerò il mio libro.’
‘Al bar?’
‘Non vedo cartelli di divieto…’
‘Sì, ma è strano, no?’
‘Dici?’
Intanto gli si avvicina un cliente. ‘Franco, hai rotto i coglioni con ’sto Enalotto. Mi devi cacare la fresca se vuoi giocare anche ’sta settimana. Subito. Anzi, mò’
‘Arrivo, arrivo..’
‘Vai, vai’
‘Rosso frizzante, allora?’
‘No, rosso fermo’
‘Ah, giusto’

Personlig er jeg ikke så fryktelig glad i Campari, men denne lampen (av Campari) kan jeg like! Ideen er i alle fall god. Jeg har sett noe lignende laget av Orangina flasker. Et potensielt DIY-prosjekt??

Foto: Campari Light

Olga Kurylenko, who was voted the sexiest Bond Girl after her appearance in Quantum Of Solace next to Daniel Craig, is sufficiently exciting to entice any man to a drink.
The 29 years old actress is the new Campari image and participated in this year’s first photo shoot of the company. The sexy bombshell heats up the atmosphere by posing in a white, red and black dress.

1 oz/30ml   Campari

1 oz/30ml   Italian Vermouth

Top with Soda Water

The Americano is built in a collins glass and garnished with a slice of Orange

Ingredients

• 3 Measures of Champagne
• 3/4 Measure Cognac
• 1/2 Measure Grand Marnier
• 1/4 Measure Campari

Process

Fill a large wine glass with crushed ice then add all ingredients in order