The Search Continues

[featherynscale]

Here at the EHQ laboratory, we have yet to produce a drink worthy of the name Pan Indo-European Gargleblaster, but we did manage to come up with a number of other tasty alcoholic beverages in our search. We have, of course, applied our own names to these concoctions. It is possible that they are already standard drinks out there somewhere, with other, less entertaining names, but hey. It's our house, and it's our bar, and we'll call the things what we like.

Anyway, here is a sampling of drinks mixed at EHQ of late. Many of them involve Barenjager. Comments are sought.


Brigid's Milk
- Equal parts Barenjager, vanilla vodka, and milk.
- Splash Frangelico
- Splash Jameson's Irish Whiskey (optional)
Mix in a highball. If using whiskey, drink quickly.
Comments: "Warm and cuddly like a wooly blanket." "More or less like licking a sheep." "Better with whiskey."



Mauled by a Bear
- 1/2 Jameson
- 1/2 Barenjager
Mix in a shot glass. Sip or shoot.
Comments: "Religious." "Do not under any circumstances get tempted to add Chambord."



The Dixie Belle
- 2 parts vanilla vodka
- 2 parts Jura Superstition whisky
- 1 part Chambord
- 1 part Barenjager
- a few drops of lemon juice
Serve over ice.
Comments: "A little like raspberry edible underwear, after you've been dancing all night in leather pants." "Yeah, there's whisky in that." "Hey! Don't use my Superstition as a mixer! Drink that shit straight!"



- 1 part gin
- 1 part Barenjager
- 1 part Frangelico
- 1 part Irish Cream
- 1 part Chambord
Comments: "It's not a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick at all. It's a peanut butter and jelly sandwich wrapped around a stout oaken cudgel." "Sweet, but chunky." "That makes my tongue go numb. Perhaps I shouldn't be drinking gin."

Comments

Re: Here's one hair-brained idea

[druidevo.livejournal.com]

If your available saturday night and have all the ingredents, I would be willing to be a tset subject. I'll explain why later.

Re: Here's one hair-brained idea

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. There's ouzo in that.

Anyway, we lack ouzo (of course), Goldschlager, and Chartreuse. You are welcome to bring the latter two into our house, if you like, but it's a house rule that anyone who gives you ouzo is not your friend.

Re: Here's one hair-brained idea

[celticwhistlin.livejournal.com]

Considering I have no *clue* what ouzo is...

Re: Here's one hair-brained idea

[zylch.livejournal.com]

It's a stick of black licorice wrapped around a oar.

Re: Here's one hair-brained idea

[celticwhistlin.livejournal.com]

Ummmm... what? EEEwwwww.

Re: Here's one hair-brained idea

[zylch.livejournal.com]

It tastes like black licorice, and has an effect similar to being hit in the head with an oar. Make more sense?

Re: Here's one hair-brained idea

[zylch.livejournal.com]

As I recall (and don't ask how I would know), it also burns bright green. At least, if what was in that bottle was ouzo, it does.

Re: Here's one hair-brained idea

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

For some inexplicable reason, I have ouzo.

Re: Here's one hair-brained idea

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.

Re: Here's one hair-brained idea

[zylch.livejournal.com]

If it's the ouzo I'm thinking of, I could probably explicate the reason. But then I might end up posessing ouzo again, and I'm just as happy without it.

Re: Here's one hair-brained idea

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

That's right! You brought it back from Greece. It's a lovely display piece. (You should know that my father once told me that if somebody brought me ouzo, they were not my friend. But anyway.)

I'm willing to allow its sacrifice at the altar of mixed-drink experimentation. Hell, I'll even drink it, mixed or straight. Just no gin, please.

If I'm remembering a particular Saturday night in Brussels correctly, drinking ouzo significantly improves one's ability to peform traditional Greek dances

Re: Here's one hair-brained idea

[zylch.livejournal.com]

I like that reason a lot better than the real story, since it has me going to Greece! (Still haven't been there, alas.)

I would never intentionally buy ouzo for a friend unless they requested it. But if I had gotten some for myself and perhaps realized after one taste that I would never ever drink it again, and if I later thought from a friend's stories about Brussels that there was even a moderate chance that s/he might drink some of it someday, then I might maybe leave it lurking around said friend's house in the hope that it would not be less useful to them than it would be to me.

Hypothetically speaking, of course.

I'll buy that.

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

I've been in the mood for dancing lately, anyway.

It was a fabulous party, the first time I ever had ouzo. A friend was celebrating his 18th b-day at a Greek restaurant (run by Actual Greek People) and his dad had rented the whole upstairs. After dinner, which ended pretty late, the staff brought up trays and trays of ouzo in shot glasses, all different colors and flavors.

We all had shots and danced in circles. There was a lot of kicking -- and aprons were twirled in the air. Also, they really do say the word, "Opa!" :)

This is why I'd be in favor of more ouzo in my life, despite the deplorable taste.