How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Peach Schnapps

The parents had a dinner plan for tonight, but it got canned because of circumstances I won’t delve into, here, on the blog. But here’s something I’ve learned from my dad: Shit happens. The key is to be happy. We’ll figure it out. We must. Because there’s no way forward otherwise.

So we ordered in some Chinese from a joint down the road, it’s called Mini Wok. And boy, do they cook some mean stuff or what! They’re a little on the expensive side for a restaurant that has only six tables and, possibly, more take-aways in a couple of hours than seating per day. We paid about Rs 1400/- for a soup (The Fisherman’s Soup, which they cooked to order because I had an old copy of the menu and they had it take off the new one… my mum and I totally dig sea food soups, the fishy smell and all..), vegetable spring rolls (Indian Chainesss ftw!), Singapore Chilli Prawns, Hubei Prawn Curry, Sapo Chicken Curry, Vegetable Fried Rice and Vegetable Hakka Noodles. Well, that works out to about Rs 200/- per dish, so it’s not ALL that expensive, really. But ok yeah, it is, for a tapri type of place. Period.

And then there were cocktails. Hoohoohahahaha.
I made the fother buy alcohol worth 8k INR last week. More hoohoohahaha.
Peach schnapps, miniatures of amarula (thank you , @atlasdanced) and blue sapphire and some other fancy schmancy stuff. DaddyDoh and self have been tripping on the schnapps ever since.

I pulled up a few recipes today. He LOVED all of them. I needed to add a half sachet of sugar-free to all of my drinks, because they were too strong, otherwise.

The recipes for three of four of them are below.

I’m sorry I have only one picture. Some people get excited and tipsy and happy and yappy and… well, you know the drill. No pictures. *hangs head in shame*

Oh, and they have some pretty sexy names. Bring out the perv in you. Get drunk. And go to bed, you wasted piece of shit!

30 ml Gin (I used Blue Riband, or some such. Bombay Sapphire is for posh occasions, ok!)
60ml Peach Schnapps
60 ml orange juice
Top up with champagne (I used some white wine I needed to finish, and a dash of sugar)

Shake shake, with some ice, pour into a champagne class and serve.

Bikini Martini:
45 ml Gin
3T0 ml Peach Schnapps
45 ml Blue Curacao

Shake shake, with some ice. Serve chilled in a chilled martini glass.

Daddy dearest loves the Black Russian – vodka and kahlua. @unrudhshastry says his baby sister likes it too. And while the mothership was busy making a joke about cream-based liqueurs and “doodh coldrisss” stalls at railway stations, I found *this* recipe. Technically, I shouldn’t be putting it in here because I haven’t tried it. But I don’t think I ever will, either. So, what the hell!

White Russian:
30 ml vodka
30 ml coffee liqueur (Kahlua, Tia Maria, whatever)
45 ml Double Cream
45ml Milk

Mix, I guess. And down. I wouldn’t drink that. Nope. Never.

The fother owns a bottle of Martini Mix that looks like a bottle of Jagemeister but isn’t a bottle of Jagemeister (*teary-eyed*) and insisted on making me one of those flavoured martini thingies. Grenadine and the martini mix. I’d rather just get high on some cough syrup, please. Nexxxxxxt.

Glamour Puss:
(Why would anyone even come up with a name like that? Errrm… ok, may be I’m the only one that got thinking of weird things.)
Anyway, the original recipe called for grapefruit soda and peach puree. Here’s my version of it. And it was the best drink of the evening.
60 ml vodka
30 ml lime juice
60 ml peach schnapps
a dash of Angostura Bitters
sugar, to taste

Shake, shake. *hic* Martini glass. *hic*


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