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Anyone for Tennis? The new Pimms Blackberry and Elderflower

Or, LOVE ALL…

Pimm’s cup:  the quintessential Wimbledon tipple.  The Best of British with a Royal Warrant.  But I was almost permanently put off Pimms at a school fete, on a most perfectly sunny Pimmsy day many Junes ago.  Having handed over the hyperactive sugar-charged little darlings to their dad, I joined the queue at the very popular Pimms stand with all the other harangued mums.  My drink chit was limp with sweat by the time I handed it over to the dad on duty.
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Melon Madness

Melon Madness in the Med

Or What to Drink by the Pool…

The Mediterranean. Ancient centre of the world. Cloudless skies over an undulating turquoise sea. A bracing morning dip in the salty brine screams for something fresh and crisp to drink when back on terra firma. Something festive, as we are on holiday, but not too strong, as it is still early in the day and we wish to drink intelligently above all. Read more…

teleport to Tehran

Farangi Girl Cocktail

Or, What to Serve Your Book Group When They are Coming to Dinner After Reading a Powerfully Evocative Memoir of a Childhood Spent Between 1960’s Iran and Florida…

Reading is one of the few preserves of mindful engagement in this modern info-saturated world.  It’s a solitary pursuit, one devoid of sound and with few, if any pictures.  Reading liberates the reader to construct a fanciful universe in the mind’s eye, scaffolded by personal experience, and gently engineered by a skilled author-architect.
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smoky caramel pear nirvana in a glass

Pear-allel Universe

or What kind of Hospitality Gift is That?

I was hosting a lavish barbecue on the first sunny Saturday in a while when one of the guests turned up at the door bearing an ordinary tin of pears.  I tried to look pleasantly surprised and grateful, as good hosts do when presented with a gift, but my furrowed brow betrayed me.  “You said you like a challenge, so how about a cocktail with these?” were her innocent words.

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margaritaville welcomes you....

Welcome to Margaritaville

Or Where’s My Lost Shaker of Salt?*

Running in the park with the dog this morning,  I was cheered by the sight of countless tiny wild daisies raising their little heads up through the deep green grass.  Having just returned from a week in Spain, the language was still riffling through my head.  Daisy is Margarita in Spanish.  The rare confluence of English sunshine, cheerful wildflowers, and guests coming for dinner had me hankering after making juicy Margaritas for cocktail hour.

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only dregs left after a jolly cocktail session...

Rhubarbarella

When life gives you rhubarb vodka, make a cocktail…

One day in the doldrums of late winter, my friend Julia appeared at my door with a bottle of vodka. Not just any vodka, this was Chase Rhubarb Vodka, distilled from potatoes in Herefordshire, England.  A limited edition, it came complete with its own cheery little Union Jack bow tie.  As she pressed it into my hands, she said “I’m curious to see what you can do with this”.

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