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Tuesday, November 28, 2006
For the holidays - the Blue Murder Martini.
For those who remember the late great Blue Murder magazine, this was the martini recipe that won your humble editor $50 and a T-shirt. As it turns out, I was one of the last people to get a Blue Murder check that didn't bounce.
The mandatories: We had to use a garnish and we had to use Blue Curacao (to make the martini blue, you see) but if you've never tasted Blue Curacao, it's an ultra-sweet syrupy stuff that is muy nasty.
To sully a decent vodka with this crap is criminal, so I had to figure out how to use the BC without really adding it to the martini. Here, then, is the winning recipe for The Blue Murder Martini (vodka division):
2 martini glasses
1 bottle and 1 saucer of Blue Curacao
1 bottle of chilled Grey Goose
1 copy of Raymond Chandler's The Simple Art of Murder, the pulpier the better
1 policeman's flashlight
Using a sharp knife, cut the word murder from Chandler's classic. Repeat.
Place the cut-out words in the saucer of BC so they absorb the blue.
While the murders are soaking up the BC, make 2 chilled vodka martinis.
Float one blue murder on the surface of each martini.
Turn off lights.
Shine the policeman's flashlight through the bottle of Blue Curacao onto the vodka, turning the vodka blue.
Turn off flashlight.
Drink.
Repeat as necessary.
There, Planeteers, is the Blue Murder Martini (vodka division). Enjoy.
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4 comments:
I'm not sure which is the bigger crime here. The fact that Blue Murder went away, you letting ANY of that blue crap taint a glass of Grey Goose, or the fact that Chandler had to be mutilated to make it.
Though, come to think of it, I bet ol' Ray would be proud.
Stephen, I would rate the crimes in just that way:
1. The demise of Blue Murder
2. The pollution of Grey Goose.
However, I think Mr. Chandler would have understood the $50 incentive.
This is similar to my fried burbon chicken recipe, where the chicken is fed to the children and I drink the burbon.
Cheers!
Dread
If you are EVER in LA, you must to come visit. We have swathes of martinis to cut through together.
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