Yes, I know that I haven’t written for a few days. I’m just recovering from the after effects of Fray Wray Day. Truth to tell, Fay Wray Day is traditionally celebrated on the 29th of February. However, on the off 3 years, we toast Ms Wray on the 1st of March. Back in the Small Banana Republic, we would have a huge gathering at the Coconut Grove and after our fruit salads we would raise our glasses and, (in unison) shout, “Hip, hip, Fay Wray! Hip, hip, Fay Wray! Hip, hip, Fay Wray!” A grand time was had by all.
These days we expats, living here in Santa Tourista, get together for a toned down version to pay our respects and re-state our devotion to Fay. Wotta woman!
Usually we have Banana Daiquiris, but this year Grams decided that we should switch to Key Lime martinis since those are her new faves. Boy, do these things pack a wallop! This morning was the first time I could get my wee head off the pillow without my eyes feeling as if they were going to pop out of their sockets. My recommendation: never let Grams mix the martinis. Or, at least, limit your intake if she does. In case you’re curious here’s her recipe for one Key Lime martini:
2 oz. Vanilla or Citrus Vodka
1 oz. Key Lime juice
Splash of dry Vermouth
1 tsp. sugar.
Combine in martini shaker with crushed ice. Shake and strain into martini glass. Add a twist of lime. Have a bottle of paracetamol (aspirin) nearby. You’ll need it the next morning (or two). There are those who add cream or pineapple juice, but this is the best as far as I’m concerned. Not too sweet.
In case you’re wondering, the photo of Fay is from my wallet. So, no the martini is not quart-size.
Must go, I need to start putting the travel binder together – before Grams loses anything else. We've less than a month before Vienna and Florence.
Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).
And, of course
平和 に 働 き
(hewa ni hataraki: work for peace)