Whether you're an author or not, you've heard it before: All authors drink.
But what do they drink?
Shehanne Moore and the Singapore Sling
Hmmmm, what’s my poison? Not wanting to lower the tone of my lovely
partner in doodling’s, blog, I’m going for that exotic and famous cocktail, the
Singapore Sling--originally meant as a woman’s drink because it’s pink. Huh. At
the end of a long, hard day on the beach it’s ideal, except I live in Scotland
so I’m not on beaches too often. The Sling was originally created by Mr. Ngiam
Tong Boon for the Raffles Hotel in Singapore.
Although it’s probably meant to be sipped on a
rattan chair, under a ceiling fan, it’s still purty good taken beneath alien constellations in tiny Greek villages,
not to mention night clubs in ruined villages in the hills.
Just watch where you lead the conga line afterwards.
I
don’t dispute the recipe is open to just that…dispute. Please don’t let me stir up any controversy but
Benedictine is apparently the magic ingredient.
Combine all of the ingredients in a shaker, fill with ice and shake
until the shaker is well frosted. Strain into a tall glass and garnish with a
slice of pineapple and cherry.
I somehow had it in my head that Raffles
Hotel was connected with Raffles, the gentleman thief. A big DUH. It was named after Stamford Raffles, the
founder of modern Singapore. Visit these days and you can view the safe in
which Mr. Ngiam locked away his precious recipe books, as well as the Sling recipe
hastily jotted on a bar-chit in 1936 by a visitor to the Hotel who asked the
waiter for it.
About Shehanne
Shehanne Moore writes gritty, witty,
historical romance, set wherever takes her fancy. What hasn’t she worked at
while pursuing her dream of becoming a published author? Shehanne still lives
in Scotland, with
her husband Mr Shey. She has two daughters. When not writing intriguing
historical romance, where goals and desires of sassy, unconventional heroines
and ruthless men, mean worlds collide, she plays the odd musical
instrument and loves what in any other country, would not be
defined, as hill-walking.
Only one man in England can identify her. Unfortunately
he’s living next door.
What’s left for a woman with nowhere left to go, but to stay exactly where she is?
And hope, that when it comes to neighbors, Devorlane Hawley won’t prove to be the one from hell.
Elyzabeth, your blog looks fantastic. Love the banner. Love the idea of this too. Just laughing at that question what d o I drink...anything....
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for having me over here today. You know I love seeing yah x
Hum, my comment vanished. Don't know what is wrong with this ¬¬' Anyhow, my dear Shey, thanks for the complement. Glad you like the banner and the new look. The place needed an urgent revamp :- )
DeleteAs for this idea, it came from a certain Twitter conversation, you know *wink* You're welcome back any time, you know that. *hugs*
You know...I cannot think what that conversation would have been about....(Looks innocent)
DeleteGreat post ladies:-) Lovely blog. Isn't Benedictine something made by monks Shey?
ReplyDeleteAhem....Yes.. Saying nowt about them being lushes.
DeleteThank you! :D
DeleteI'll take a sling or ten, regardless of constellation!
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