Some Like It Done Dirty

I am talking about the Dirty Martini. Silly goose. I like martini's, the cosmo put the fruity martini on the scene thanks to Sex & The City. Now it is a rare night at the local restaraunt/bar if you aren't handed a Martini Menu with about two dozen different martini's to try. Some add candy to the already sweet mind altering drink. Candy. Bright Colors. Alcohol. A girl's dream come true.

It wasn't until recently that I even fathomed trying a dirty martini. My sis-in-law drinks them as of late. When she ordered them, I only said "Yuck". The catch for me was the Dirty part. I don't like olives. I considered her more mature and healthy than me in the martini department. Give me the fruit and candy - you take the vegetable martini....

After two deliciously fruity-tini's at book club, though, I dared myself to try one. "Dirty Martini Please" I said. It came. I sipped. And I liked. I like the salty taste. With good vodka (yes, mine are vodka martini's - for now) all you taste is the light olivey flavor. It compares to having a payday for a candy bar instead of skittles. Both have their place on the candy rack for good reason.

Now, I am often craving a good dirty martini - extra Dirty. And I am beginning to like Olives better too. I even ate them on pizza, and ate one out of my drink. Someday I'll tell you about my transformation from a person who shudders at coffee flavored ice cream to a person who drinks my coffee black. Oh, I guess I just did.

So, I sit here at 5pm on a Wednesday night. Cooking dinner. Blogging. And drinking me a dirty martini.

Cheers!