I dedicate this column to my pal Janine J., a self-professed Vodka over wine drinker. And Mo, a snarky gal that can drink twice her body weight when given a well-made martini.
I talk about Martinis on this blog but, until recently, had never actually made one. But one night, lo and behold, my craving went un-quenched when my husband went out without me…and I believed, and continue to believe, took MY cellar keys with him.
A single malt Scotch wasn’t going to do it. A Rob Roy, my Martini’s big brown sister, was more complicated than just your average martini to make with at least one more ingredient than I could safely manage.
I’d seen it done, I had a cell phone and a Google search at my disposal. Opting to try the brute first, I texted, “How U make martin?” He knew what it meant and chose to call me with a recipe, knowing full well that a happy wife was better than an unhappy husband:
