This is one of those really strange days set aside that
isn’t really a holiday. Many believe it was created by Hallmark and the candy
heart manufacturers, but history teaches us even less. Named after a Catholic
saint it is believed to date to pre-church Rome. Whatever. It is to be
celebrated by boys and girls madly in love with each other, at least for the
moment. Candle-lit dinners with sweet music lullabying nearby, after enjoying a
Blushing Geisha.
That’s what you read, and here it is.
· 2 ounces rose nectar
Seems there is a whole mess of cocktails just for
Valentine’s Day. Amarula and Eve and Red Lotus are on the menu also. Go here if
you don’t believe me. After all, I’m just the messenger.
I also read somewhere that we should hold a dinner party and
have a festive dance party afterward.
Yes, Valentine’s Day is set aside for the romantic, soft
music, love candles burning gently, cards dripping with gooey sentimentality.
Wait just a minute, there. Al Capone didn’t think so, and he
didn’t offer any heart shaped candy or biliously sweet greeting cards when he
had the North Side Irish wiped out in 1929. There were no cocktails offered, however booze
was at the heart of the matter, if you’ll allow that little pun.
Twenty-nine dead on February 14, 1929 in Chicago. Hell, they
do that daily in the windy city now-a-days. Pick up a gun on any street corner
and fire away, because, dear heart, Chicago has the fiercest gun control laws
in the nation.
You’re still stuck on the Amarula and Eve, eh? Okay, fine.
Amarula & Eve
· 1 1/2 oz Amarula Cream
· 1/2 oz citrus vodka
· 2 1/2 oz lychee juice
· Lychee fruit for garnish
Back to the mushy cards. Supposedly back in the middle ages
people sang their romantic greetings to each other rather than sending cards
since most couldn’t read during that period. Cards, when they began to emerge,
sometime in the 1400s, were of course hand made, so I guess the celebration day
itself was probably not originated by Hallmark after all.
Well, cowboy, that’s enough for right now. I’m going out to
the corral, sing a little romantic ditty to Poco Rojo and offer him a romantic
supper of alfalfa and my undying love. Then, I’m going to make dinner for my
child bride, put Mozart on the Victrola, and flirt with her, outrageiously.
Until next time, read good books and stay regular
Johnny Gunn
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