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Mundane Morsel

Sometimes life is just daily

February 6, 2014

Assisted living

by Megan Stocker in Between Meals, Cocktails, Recipes


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The other day, I took pity on a grapefruit so old and weary that it barely had the energy to roll to another spot in the fruit drawer for a change of scenery.

Even with bedsores on its rind, the elder fruit yielded plenty of juice, so I took pity on my weary self with a cocktail. 

A salty dog seemed the fitting fate for such a washed up grapefruit.

I scrapped the salted rim in favor of a less fussy, more equitable distribution.

And, because I can't escape the siren call of St-Germain anymore, I splashed in a half jigger of that too.

She wasn't a looker, but she tasted heavenly.

If only we all got such validation when feeling a little long in the tooth.


Sweet and Salty Dog

Serves 1

  • Sizable pinch of kosher salt
  • Juice of one (senior) grapefruit
  • 1-1/2 oz. vodka
  • 1/2 oz. St-Germain

Add salt to an ice-filled glass.

Check to see if the citrus has a living will before squeezing it over the ice, using a reamer to get every last drop.

Add vodka and St-Germain, then stir with gusto until a sip from the spoon reveals that the salt has dissolved and that the result is glorious.

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TAGS: over the hill, grapefruit, salty dog, St-Germain, cocktail, mundane morsel, megan stocker


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