Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Friday, 28 January 2011
Nearly there now...
...and just thinking about the first one for Monday evening. Something that kicks in straightaway. A glass of fizz would be fine and there's plenty of that in the cellar. However I am leaning towards the above, shot when the days were warmer. A cracking get-you-up-there drink that washes away a month of penitential suffering. I wonder if The Intrepid One will fancy one too after a month in the desert but he'll probably demur and demand a huge glass of Barbera d'Asti. Plenty of that too.
Labels:
gin,
Martini Rosso,
yes please
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6 comments:
It's always good to start off with a little something in the bubbly department.
He has actually texted me: could he have a nice cold glass of Harp, two pieces of ice and a lime top.
Rose's of course - he's quite sophisticated.
Ooh that Gordon's label.
A weekend of delicious anticipation.
steady as she goes ..........
good to have you back
We did the lot!
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