It’s the Session, hosted by Beer at Joe’s who’ve asked us to wax lyrical about beer cocktails. I blogged about stuff in beer quite recently. It’s a delightful topic which undermines a good deal of beer snobbery present in the blogoshire (coining credit:Woolpack Dave)
Without getting all pedantic, what exactly counts as a “cocktail”– must it be another liquid added? Another alcohol? If you add fruit (or, say, garlic) does it count? And, is it still real ale if you’ve doctored it with Tango?
I must confess that though my mild has vastly improved with more time in the bottle, it’s just not very alcoholic. I’ve taken to dropping a shot of whisky into each pint and it’s a winner. I did not drink it from a martini glass a la Janet on Two Pints of Lager. That would have been ace. I would like to call this cocktail FREAKOUT IN A MOONSHINE DAYDREAM (oh yeah). And now it will have to be one of those mythic drinks that people whisper about in hushed tones like Westvleteren 13, because it’s all drunk up.
With the success of FOAMeD, I feel I should branch out into other beer mixology.
The Power Skunk: Pacifico, Emergen-C (any flavor will do but acai berry is the best) and a shot of vodka. If you find yourself in the Netherlands or other permissive environs, feel free to garnish with a fresh cannabis leaf.
Little Brekkie: Bud, clamato and minced Vicodin.
Three Wise Men and the Landlord: Goldschlager, Jagermeister, peppermint schnapps and some poorly-kept Timothy Taylor Landlord.
Green Flem ahem. Or, the Flaming White Fairy: Hoegaarden and absinthe. Don’t forget to set the sugar cube on fire before pouring.
*Sung to the tune of Hey Jude.
**let it be known that I would consider drinking any and all of these, though for the record I would only drink the “Little Brekkie” when recovering from major surgery or other situations which would find me in legal possesion of controlled substances.