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The Russian Pirate

Now, I’m not much of a vodka drinker. I don’t hate it, like many of the people involved in this internet cocktail malarky. Though, the last time I bought a bottle of vodka, it was a bottle of 42 Below Feijoa and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t opened. Sad really, Feijoa and Apple juice is a great summer drink and I’m quite fond of that bizarre flavour. But I digress.

Today is Mixology Monday and the theme is “Vodka”. The first thing that comes to my mind when I think about vodka is russians. Not the kind that invented it, but the kinda that the dude drinks. White Russian. Caucasians. It just so happens that I’ve already posted about the White Russian (one of the first posts on this blog) so that ruled that out. Pity I’d already bought a bottle of the necessary coffee liqueur, hired the Big Lebowsky and settled in on the couch.

So I set about making some improvements on one of my favourite drinks. The sad thing was, that any improvements I thought of, and call me uncreative, involved taking the vodka out of the drink (I swear I don’t have anything against vodka.) I certainly hope I don’t offend Amelia by taking the vodka out of the cocktail.

Gin would be the first thing to try, but we are out. Sadly, there is actually 5 empty bottles of gin in the bar. 5 bottles, 5 brands and I’m sure I only bought a new one a few days ago. Who knows what happened there.

Finally, rum was it.

30ml of Mount Gay XO.
30 ml of Kahlua
60ml of Milk.

Shake (cause we want the foam on top) and serve in a dodgy tumbler as though you are really poor imitation of the Dude. Grate some chocolate over the top.

Tags: kahlua, milk, mixo, rum, vodka
Posted in Cause, cocktails on August 11th, 2009 | 1 Comment »

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Sweet Chocolate Lips – A Guilty Pleasure

As part of Mixology Monday (hosted by Steve at Two At The Most), I’m proffering this cocktail recipe. Some people may hardly call it a cocktail, but that’s the beauty of it. It’s simple, girly, oh so tasty, and not something you would tell your mates you were drinking, making this the guiltiest of pleasures.