Martini Ghiacciato al Arcangelo Gabriele
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Ghiacciato, Italian for “frozen” is pronounced ~ Gya-CHA-toe ~ the G is hard and the accent is on the CHA.
A Martini requires an olive and a Gibson a small cocktail onion. But a Ghiacciato demands three onions and three olives speared separately on small cocktail sabers. My own divinely inspired name for this cocktail, is Martini Ghiacciato al Arcangelo Gabriele. You can find it nowhere but in the privacy and intimacy of your own home ~ and this is how it is made:
Pour 7 ozs of your finest gin into a measuring cup and add 2 ozs of Martini Rossi Extra Dry Vermouth. Now, gently impale three onions and three olives onto their respective sabers and place a pair into each glass. Fill the half-liter stainless steel decanter with ice cubes. Then, after pouring an ounce or two of the mixture into each glass to wet the olives and onions, pour the contents of both glasses and what is left in the cup into the decanter. Cap it and after shaking it well, place the decanter and the two glasses in the freezer compartment of your refrigerator.
If you are having a home cooked evening repast with your beloved spouse, or in her stead a befriended femme fatale, make certain your mixed drink has been in the freezer for at least an hour. When ready to dine, take the frosted glasses out of the freezer and holding the ice-clad decanter with a towel, shake it a few times and pour about an ounce of the slushy cocktail into each glass. Clink your toast and sip a palate moistening bit at a time. As your dinner proceeds, munch on an olive or an onion, but keep what remains on each saber immersed in the drink. If poured, sipped and nibbled judiciously, the remainder of your elixir will sustain both of you in a protracted state of bliss, throughout your entire meal. Salute! (Sa-LOO-teh, as they say in Italy)
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