Let me count the ways

Although I am not really a fan of Valentine's Day, for all the Hallmark Cards and overpriced flowers and other nonsense, I think it merits a moment to think about those we love UNROMANTICALLY. For example, my parents have always sent my sister and I Valentine notes, my grandma too - and I always feel love from my family. I feel love for my family, my husband and my friends; those who are there with me throughout the year as I celebrate and struggle with life. And although unconditional love is something we all hope for and revel in, I think we experience it sparingly.

My adoration (love is a bit too strong for these conversations) for the martini is not unconditional. In fact, it is in the conditions (chilled glass, just the right amount of vermouth, no fruit, no olives) that has made the search for the perfect Charlotte martini so intoxicating (pardon the pun).

And despite the lack of writing over the past several months, have no fear, I have continued the quest - just not much worth writing about. As a result of Mandy's fine taste I have in my possession a bottle of St. Germain - and elixir that could elevate most cocktails to a more noble stature. When shaken with Gin, it creates an ethereal beverage that highlights the acidity of the gin, the floral notes of the berries, and the sweetness of the elderflower. Perhaps having this in my house is the sole reason I have stopped going out for martinis recently.

Unfortunately for the local bars and pubs, I still have more than a 4 months' supply, so it may be a while yet before I try a new place. But Fat Tuesday is just around the corner...

Happy Valentines Day, martini lovers - and if this day isn't so happy for you; a few martinis will at the very least change your perspective.