Cinnamon Heart (because it warms the cockles of my heart…)
1 oz baileys
1 oz cinnamon schnapps
dash of grenadine.. (but if you are like me and find yourself without grenadine, honey makes a fine substitute)
My darling friend, Michael shared in the experience of martini 11. I doubled the recipe. (and by ‘doubled,’ I mean ‘quadrupled,’ this guy can drink…)
Strong (Is it strong enough to make even cupid crap his magic diaper?) Probably. And then he would ask, “why the ‘Hades’ did you think it was a good idea to make this?!?!”
Tastiness (Does it make you wish the glass was empty?) Yes. I wish the glass was empty so I could forget about this undesirable drink. But then there would be weird remnants from the baileys on the side of the glass, and a bad pink colour left in the bottom. Not to mention the blueberries we thought would be a nice touch of garnish, but really became soggy, pink and creamy messes.
Difficulty (Is it as hard to make this drink as it is being the messenger to the Greek Gods? -question submitted by Hermes) No. But it may be as hard to make it as it is to finish it… Don’t do it. If I said it was really difficult to make, would you refrain from making it? Then it is SO, terribly difficult to make.
Overall (Why is it the colour of pepto-bismol?) That is a good question. I feel as though anything with such a disgusting colour should be kept out of my repertoire. Although I am happy it happened… I had to dislike a martini sooner or later, right? I just wish it hadn’t of happened while Michael was over.. what ever will he think of me?