Happy Olympics Friday! Granted competitions started a couple days ago, but the Opening Ceremony is tonight and I’m extremely excited. I’ve always loved the Olympics, be it summer or winter I always watch. I come by it honestly. My father used to work for NBC Sports and would always travel to the places the Olympics were going to be and it was always fun watching places where my dad was, as well as watching for his name in the credits during the closing ceremony broadcasts.
What does this have to do with the drink of the week? Well, nothing really. I’m kind of being a little lazy this week. I’m trying the pickle martini from last week, but with a twist. When unpacking a random bag from Christmas, I found some dill pickle salt I was given and I figured I would try to top the same drink with some of the pickle salt, to add some salt and brine flavor to the one i tried last week.
Pickled Martini
3 oz. London dry gin
.75 oz. dry vermouth
1 bar spoon (about 1 tsp) cornichon brine
Cornichons for garnish
2-3 twists of dill pickle sea salt.
Combine the gin, vermouth, and brine into a cocktail shaker or mixing glass filled with ice. Shake or stir as desired (I stirred), then strain into a coupe glass. Garnish with the cornichons, and top with the dill pickle sea salt.
Right off the bat the dill pickle sea salt makes a difference, at least on the aromas. It smells more pickle like, I’m hoping it translates to adding flavor as well.
Add to the flavor it does. The salt changes the flavors for the better I think. The dill pickle salt adds a little bit of the missing brine flavor that I was looking for last week. The salt and dill flavors also compliment the rest of the ingredients nicely. It doesn’t overpower any flavors and adds a little bit of depth at the back end as well. However as I drink this, a rather disappointing downside starts to become apparent. though, the salt sinks to the glass, and slowly make the last few sips towards the bottom just a little too salty for my liking. Not totally undrinkable, but I wasn’t a fan. If I had nursed the drink longer, it probably would have become worse.
So this was a worthy experiment that started out good, but fizzled out at the end. I liked where it was going, but I think the only thing that would make this drink perfect is use proper cornichons and their brine.
Sexy Friday is UP!
(PHRASING)
Tuxedo Cake
It’s great when the whole world can get together to deride an aggressively repellent shithead.
“As U.S. Olympians walked into the stadium in matching Ralph Lauren ensembles during the Parade of Nations, choruses of cheers rang out across the crowd of spectators, until U.S. Vice President JD Vance and his wife, Second Lady Usha Vance, were shown on the stadium’s Jumbotron. At the sight of Vance waving miniature American flags from the San Siro grandstand, the crowd booed loudly.”
https://www.usatoday.com/story/sports/olympics/2026/02/06/team-usa-2026-winter-olympics-opening-ceremony-reception/88544770007/
Comeuppance Report:
/Youngest boy’s girlfriend needs a physical/blood test done for her next step in a nursing program.
Context: Her controlling mother (she’s a nurse) has told her over and over again, “Don’t Rely On Anyone Else Except Your Family, because you’ll owe them!”
Update: The girlfriend is being jerked around by various people at the hospital where said testing is to be done despite her mother telling her that she would clear the way.
More Info: Girlfriend, very anxious at this point, tells wifey that she’s in a bad spot and needs this testing done.
Wifey: “Meet me at the hospital at 3 today.”
Outcome: All tests have been done, will be sent to the institution that asked for them.
Seeing this very sweet, somewhat naive girl (very) slowly realize that people outside her family care for her and want to help her without asking for anything in return has been heartening.
Another aspect is the wisdom/mercy of having one of your skull-cracking spawn be in the arms of a properly trained medical-type gal…
all these acts of kindness leading her to the ultimate betrayal of her becoming a giants fan
I can’t Muh-Ha-Ha this comment enough!
I installed a new garbage disposal today. Singlehandedly. That sucked.
Gumby and I did that once. We were ridiculously proud of ourselves for it! You should be too. Have a medal, hero!🥇
Does bleeding from the ass make me stigmatic?
asstigmatic
Rum Ham can has a glimmer of hope again now? Please DO relegate the Walking Penis.
Walking Penis wasn’t great, just so-so. Saw them at Warped Tour in ’04ish(?).
I agree with this completely even though I have no clue what it means.
The Mongolian team is all smiles because they can get cell service for a few weeks.
The ladies from Denmark look like fun
Have they awarded Ol’YamTits an honorary gold medal yet? Or they saving that for the closing ceremony?
The BOOOOOOO if he showed up would bust eardrums
(also why the coward is not attending the Super Bowl)
Ah, finally sexy athlete time.
Oh, right, Winter Olympics. They’re all covered up.
They could lighten up a bit…
She’s wearing part of the Canadian outfit.
Ski’s?
They couldn’t find a hawt Italian chick to sing Volare? Who’s next, Michael Bubble’?
Mariah Carey was totally disinterested; looked like Randy Moss when he knew the ball wasn’t coming his way.
Yeah she was a real odd choice.
A head nod to the paparazzi… Well played Italy…
And gratuitous boob grabbing. They have got the place pegged.
New grimy-sounding blues from The Black Keys. Happy fucking Friday.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wDH7m-t33A&list=RD4wDH7m-t33A&start_radio=1
really fucking solid
WOO OLYMPICS!
The Italian coverage of the opening ceremony is showing some back stage shots. This will probably get corny folks, LA Scala dancers and all…
Woke up to a raging Favre on the ground with more coming.
Something, something, something, sipping on gin and (pickle) juice.
/also feeling a little lazy this week! 🙂
Laid back. With my brine on my money, and my money on my brine
What the ?
So first it was Czechoslovakia. Then it was the Czech Republic and Slovakia. Now the Czech Republic has changed their name again, to Czechia.
Look, I may be able to brag about Applebee’s money, but I do not have “Get a new globe every time the Czechs feel like redecorating” money. Get your shit together, you Bohemian ADD junkies.
Well it’s a good thing I have held off on buying a new European road atlas since 1986. That would have been a waste of money.
/ His atlas really is dated 1986
Eh, Europe hasn’t changed in the last 40 years; I’m sure you’ll be fine.
/whispers loudly to the rest of the clubhouse
“Someone get a tracking collar on 2Pack!!”
Yeah I’m certainly at risk of wandering off and ending up in Yugoslavia…
Well as long as your’e in your trusty EM-50 Urban Assault Vehicle you should be OK.
It’s probably the Greek’s fault, which is pretty rich from a country that doesn’t even put their real official name on maps
To be fair, printers have always been uncomfortable putting “Buttsexland” on maps and it has helped second-grade geography teachers avoid some uncomfortable conversations, so I’m not about to throw stones at the Greeks for their decision.
Pangea says to just wait a bit longer and it won’t matter
Yeah, and Tito held Yugoslavia together, and now it’s like SEVEN different countries?
And don’t get me started on the UK vs Great Britain vs England shite.
Such a shame the breakup didn’t give humanity a nation-state named Yugo.
I probably told this story before, but get off my lawn, whippersnappers! Anyway, we lived in Navy housing in Kingston Washington many years ago. My neighbor Kay was the nicest girl, but not a rocket surgeon. Her husband was out to sea, and Kay went out and bought herself a Yugo. She was showing it to us the day she brought it home from the dealer, and the rear view mirror fell off. We were like” nice car, Kay, gotta go!” And then we went home and yukked it up!
Cutting edge Serbo Croatian technology…
Put it in H
But, hey, she could go 300 hectares on a single tank of kerosene!
I don’t recall a whole lotta ” go”
Nein.
“You don’t have a marker?”
-Anon, Washington, DC
Remember “Gulf of America”? That lasted about five minutes.