Cocktail or martini?

Ok. So I wrote earlier about the delicious Blueberry Martini. I know, I know. It's not really a martini. It's a cocktail. As is all the other wonderful concoctions you see on the happy hour menu. Frutti-Tutti Martini, Sour Apple Martini, etc. Those are cocktails. Mixed drinks.

A real martini (straight up) is as follows:

Fill shaker with ice.
Pour in some gin, or if you fancy yourself Bond, James Bond you can use vodka.
Take a bottle of Vermouth and show it to the gin. Put it away. Ok, really. If you must, you may put a wee bit in the shaker.
Shake it gently. You don't want a frothy martini.
Pour into a cocktail glass (i.e. a martini glass).
Garnish with a few nice, fat green olives. I like the classic ones stuffed with pimento.

But, as some of you know, I like it dirty. Follow the directions above but add a small glug of green olive juice. Yum. Serve it on the rocks or straight up.

Dirty and straight up. That's me. [har]

Summer memories: The Gobstopper Martini from the Yard House

Yummy. I really mean it.

I tried this cocktail at the Yard House Restaurant in Honolulu at the recommendation of our waitress (aka waitperson if you want to be all pc about it), and it was just about the most delicious thing I've put into my belly in a long while.

As you can see, I was in no mood to whip out my camera and take photos. Instead, I have artfully created a crayon and ball point pen rendering of the delectible libation. Yes, it really was that color and it packs a punch. Oh, and that is a little drawing of me saying "Yum!"

Here's what's in it:

Equal parts Ketel One Citroen vodka, Dekuyper Watermelon Pucker, Hpnotiq, and Sweet & Sour. Pour it all in a shaker full of ice and shake it up until your hands are frozen.

They go down very easy, so you'd better eat something. Or not. I'm not your mother, after all.