The Exploding Sidecar, or Too Blotto to Blog

Indeed.  I tried one last night, and it was good.  I tried another this evening, and saw himself.  Whoever that is.  First I wrote god, which didn't look right, so I tried it with a dash in front of the od, in honor of my Jewish friends.  That didn't look like something I'd write because, well, it isn't.  Then I wrote the G in front of the od, and it looked, um, odd, under the circumstances.  So I went with something less descript.  Himself. 

The Exploding Sidecar was named in honor of, because we don't have enough else to do, the movie The Hurt Locker, as one of several cocktails designed in celebration of movies nominated for Academy Awards in 2009.  The movie is explosive because of what it does to your mind; likewise the drink.  Actually, it's called that because it involves a flaming orange, not to be confused with the hetero variety.   I'm not at all sure that I've mastered the flaming orange trick, because the online video that demonstrates how to flame an orange (again, because we don't have enough else to do) makes it look far more dramatic than what I was able to achieve, which was a chunk of charred orange peel.   I dropped it into the drink anyway, because here in Texas we like just about anything charred -- rattlesnake, cactus, you name it. 

The Exploding Sidedar involves an ounce of brandy, three quarters ounces each Cointreau and lemon juice, served over ice and garnished with a flaming orange.  I used the last of my Meyer's lemons from Rone''s tree, which I think she'd approve of (Rone'?  are you reading this?  are you okay with it?)  Oh man, I'm going to miss those lemons.  But wait!!  I still have them to look forward to when the Limoncello is ready!  Yes, yes, something to live for!  Back to the Exploding Sidecar. 

To make a Sidecar, The Guide advises, and I use that term advisedly, Triple Sec rather than Cointreau, and half the amount of lemon juice.  Triple Sec does not deserve to live in your liquor cabinet (although it resides happily in mine), but the lemon juice could definitely be decreased, yes, even by half.   My face is just now beginning to relax, and there's probably not enough botox in the world to keep one's face from scrunching in from the lemon juice.  The good news is that I don't feel a single flu or cold symptom.  In fact, I hardly feel anything -- perhaps I'm too blotto to blog.  G'night.