I’m not sure if anything can still be done for the reputation of this blog, seeing how the past 24 hours have seen an unusually high amount of somewhat sensible, even possibly useful information put here. Frankly, I don’t know if my blogger’s ethics will ever recover.
I will try nonetheless.
Wars of the Geeks is officially over, silly inconsequent navel-gazing is now back for the month.
Let’s start by what should have been yesterday’s sum up of how to succeed at cooking an enjoyable Summer evening with friends. It goes a little something like this:
[steps sideways, does two entrechats and starts singing while tap-dancing to the beat]
- Some second-hand equipment purchased for a fistful of euros on the outer rim of the Internets.
- Cranberry juice + vodka + a splash of lemon juice + a dash of cointreau + a few wedges of lime + loads of ice, times a few gallons.
- One lovably demented masterpiece of a Japanese movie recommended by S. a while back.
- People (also: other people without blogs, but likeable nonetheless).
Shake but do not stir, serve fresh with cocktail straws.
Such a fabulous evening that our little Cinéma de quartier might very well be on its way to become a regular bi-monthly.
Then there also was yesterday’s recipe: another kind of enjoyable dish. Though it’s made of much harder-to-find of ingredients and I am not even quite sure I remember myself how the cooking process went.
If you absolutely want to try at home, I think it involved a bottle of contraband Absinth, eye-burning Japanese menthol eye drops, one of the most furious thunderstorm of the Summer and lots of Parisian girls running by in the street, wearing but thin blouses soaking wet from the sudden rain.
Also what appears to be a medium-sized rodent stuck to my living room table in a puddle of melted wax and solidifying liquor. But I will only be able to confirm that when I finish removing the few dozens glasses and beer bottles stacked over it.