So a Spinster and a Dragon Walk Into a Bar–It Serves Sudafed.

Ok, so right now I am hiding under my blanket fort, coughing like a nightmare, with no voice, praying for an early night’s rest–or, you know, SWEET SWEET DEATH. I have a tendency to overreact. But I’m not too sick not to tell you about this superduper book by Grace Draven because, not only is … Read more…

Mixed Mollusk Marriage

I felt as though I was waiting all the days forever for this novel.

So, when Grace Draven emailed me and said “wanna read it?” I thought about driving all the way across the country to kiss her full on the mouth.

I thought that might be awkward–and she lives in the South. It’s already hot there. I do not do heat. And wet. It’s wet where she lives. She likes her city like she likes her sex scenes, apparently. I, however, like my cities like I like my villains–or my soul–cold and dark.

But, lucky for the readers, Grace Draven likes her books like she likes real, married sex: fast paced, a bit terrifying, and full of worry about who may come around the corner at any time.

And, unlike real, married sex, her books always have a great finish.

Have I made enough awkward metaphors? At what point do I reach saturation?

Either way, this book lost me my manicure, and then all my nails. I couldn’t stop reading. I stayed up ALL night the night she sent it to me. I slept a whopping two hours before I had to get up and, like, not live in Saggara.

The novel is an edge-of-your-seat fantasy, a beautiful romance, and it hits on some really contemporary topics.

But first, let me give you the blurb:

In a bid for more power, the Shadow Queen of Haradis has unleashed a malignant force into the world. Her son Brishen, younger prince of the Kai royal house, suddenly finds himself ruler of a kingdom blighted by a diseased darkness and on the brink of war. His human wife Ildiko must decide if she will give up the man she loves in order to secure his throne.

Three enemy kingdoms must unite to save each other, and a one-eyed, reluctant king must raise an army of the dead to defeat an army of the damned.

A tale of alliance and sacrifice.

Give it to me straight.

I already told you I loved it, and I told you how great it is, but I also want to tell you why I found it hard to read.

Ildiko and Brishen are an interracial/interspecies relationship. This is a topic I know a lot about, but that’s not why it was difficult. What made it a sort of aching read for me was two-fold:

One: Ildiko is confident, that is never her issue, but she’s suddenly placed in this spot where her husband is elevated into a position where she feels insecure about her own. Anyone who has been in a relationship with someone with a significant difference in income or perceived importance can relate–especially those in the creative fields and/or stay at home moms. It’s difficult to remain grounded in one’s own worth when one begins to see their spouse through the lens of external pressure and achievement. It’s easy to measure raises and rank, and find oneself lacking in comparison, however untrue a comparison that it might be.

Two: a big one. Brishen and Ildiko always knew that they could never have children together. This isn’t easy for any couple, but combined with the outside pressure of their situation, it’s oppressive. I’ve dealt with infertility personally, and this really cut me to the quick. Ms Draven gets it. She just, gets it. The pain. The anger. The despair and resignation, and that fucking hope. That hope you just can’t shake. It doesn’t matter if your wife is Gauri and you are Kai, or if you’re human and your ovaries think they should rattle off like grenades once a year, and your uterus is doing its damndest to invade border territories and start a war. There is a particular scene that gutted me. It’s true and beautiful and crushing. At one point Brishen tells Ildiko:

Eidolon

And there are days, nights, weeks where this is all you have. It’s hard to read, and it also feels strangely necessary. Cathartic.

More than the struggles, more than the action, more than the status, this book is about love making things better. Their love is unique, and I was able to ask Ms Draven about it, here is what she had to say:

Me:Ildiko and Brishen are obviously fantasy, but the comparison could be made to current modern day prejudices toward interracial couples (such as the current Old Navy ad controversy) and in Radiance/Eidolon, it engenders a real empathy for their specific plight, which could possibly correlate to building empathy in the readers, was this intentional, or happy accident?

GD:Happy accident. I think people in general fear what they consider different, and that can be any number of things on multiple levels–from the physical to the cultural and societal. I just went with that basic idea when building their relationship and others’ reactions to it.

That. Exactly that.

I have always believed that fantasy can be a great genre to work out real life issues. Kurt Vonnegut, George Orwell, and Octavia Butler come to mind immediately. These are authors whose novels are taught in English classes the world over (yes, they teach English Lit classes in France!!) as a means of opening a dialogue and opening minds. Fantasy romance is often cast aside in favor of war and political themes. Eidolon is the perfect example of why this is so short-sighted. Romances make the reader examine parts of their own psyche that a war narrative will not. It’s important, pedagogically speaking, to examine the psyche as a whole, not just the “proper” pieces of it.

In summary:

Eidolon will make you feel every feeling. All of them. It will also make you think, and satisfy your mind in ways you weren’t expecting.

Five stars.

Review: Eidolon by @GraceDraven Recipe: Avocado-Caesar Deviled Eggs. YUM Click To Tweet

And now?

Recipe, Please!

Ok, so Brishen lost his eye, and his sweaty tea bag of a mum sent him the shriveled eye as a gift. Gross, right? So, of COURSE, I had to make eggs for this, because, we all know that a boiled egg bottom looks like an eyeball. I also made it Caesar-style because:

The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
(read the book and you’ll see how this applies, though, sometimes the good lives in the bones of other men, and the evil sails strongest.)
avocado caesar deviled eggs

avocado caesar deviled eggs

by Cat Bowen

Prep Time: 20 minutes

Cook Time: 20 minutes

Keywords: appetizer salad side snack

Ingredients (12 egg halves)

  • 6 eggs, hard boiled and halved
  • 1/2 ripe avocado
  • 2 tbsp mayonnaise
  • 2 tbsp dijon mustard
  • juice of one lemon
  • 1 anchovy or a DAB of anchovy paste
  • 1 tbsp red wine vinegar
  • 1/4 tsp garlic salt
  • pinch of salt
  • 1/2 tsp black pepper

optional

  • freshly grated parm and paprika for garnish

Instructions

OMG THIS IS SO EASY.

take the yolks from the halved eggs

put in food pro

add all the other ingredients

puree

pipe evenly into the egg halves

top with parm and paprika.

dive in.

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Top Ten Books of 2015

top ten books of 2015

I was going to do a gift guide, but really, if you read my blog, you probably want to buy all the books for yourself and eat all the fucking cookies, alone, while reading book blogs, books, in your fuzzy slippers, sipping your gin, silently judging those who say “I don’t like reading.” (or loudly, but because you’re home, and they’re somewhere where people who don’t like to read are, {the GOP convention, obvs.}) So, instead…my top (insert arbitrary number here) books of 2015, and almond cookies, because I love you. Really. Check twitter. I’m just drunkenly sober enough to tweet out “I LOVE YOU!!!!” Although, if its deleted before you read it, I got soberer.

Also, this is not some fancy “PEN list” or some other gathering. This is from what I read, and I don’t always read those “must reads.” Sure, a few may end up on other lists, but mother of hell, I do what I want. 🙂

I’m not judging YOUR life. I’m judging the non-readers, remember? (Unless reading makes you nauseated, or you have dyslexia and it gives you headaches, in which case, check my auralgasms page for some AUDIObook recs. They’re a thing.) Also, if you’re reading this, you’re sexy. Just sayin.

This book floored me. Absolutely floored me. It’s like if Code Name: Verity and Harry Potter had a super intelligent Chinese baby NOT named “Cho Chang.” Yes, it’s middle grade/YA, but holy fucking hell, read it.

Ok, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t consider just adding Elizabeth Hunter’s “2015 releases” to my list. Two problems–no picture, and that would be creepy. Like, hiding in Elizabeth Hunters bushes, creepy. Not quite hiding in her bush creepy, but I am infectious. Also inappropriate and weird. You’re welcome. This book also features a story by Grace Draven, and the combo will leave you reeling. I seriously stepped back in a cold sweat from Ms Draven’s story. HOW DID SHE THINK THIS SHIT UP?!? “Gaslight Hades” is unlike anything you’ve read this year. And holy wow, Josephine…just, Josephine. My soul sister.

*don’t judge insomniac dramatic readers, we’re just DIFFERENT.

The HAPA, genderfluid ghostbuster with the heart of gold is the protagonist of this tale. The writing is quick and precise, the narrative dreamy and well-constructed. I have no idea how this isn’t on a longlist of some nature, because it should be. I loved it so freaking hard.

Read this today. If you don’t, you’ve failed at 2015. You lose the future. Check your fucking privilege at the door, and read. I know that there is no way I can truly understand the minority position. But, I can learn to empathize.

Five words: well, that was suitably terrifying. Five more, now I’ll read it again.

Oh, you’ve never read Sarah Vowell before? Well that’s a damn shame.

I’m feeling feelings about it. Big feelings.

Sexy Gandalf. Sexy twins. A life with love doesn’t mean a stationary life. Penny Reid’s gift for goof and gab, as well as fucking smart AF prose and wild, wiley romance is PERFECT in this.

 Yes, it’s another romance, but OMG READ THIS ROMANCE. MY WHOLE HEART IS OPEN. MY COAL-BLACK SOUL IS HAPPY. DO YOU KNOW HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO ILLUMINATE A COAL-BLACK SOUL?!?!

I’m still trying to recover from this book. Yes, it’s an ontological narrative, which is often a hard pill for American audiences to swallow, but it’s amazing. This may not be the narrative you want, but it’s definitely the one you need.

The Peanut and I devoured each page with a hunger bordering on obsessive. It’s beautiful, it’s enchanting. GO now. get it.

Also, do yourself a favor and get these at your local shop.

Okay, so I guess this is the Top Ten Books of 2015. NOT such an arbitrary number. Don’t say I’m completely non-traditional.

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And now? The Recipe.

Almond Cookies, because they’re delicious.

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Easy Almond Cookies

by Cat Bowen

Prep Time: 20 minutes

Cook Time: 10 minutes

Keywords: bake dessert vegan vegetarian cookie

Ingredients (2 dozen cookies)

  • 1/3 cup almond paste warmed to a little warmer than body temperature
  • 1/2 cup butter or vegan alternative
  • 2 eggs or 6 tbsp aquafabas
  • 1/2 tsp almond extract
  • 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1.5 tsp baking powder
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1 1/2 cup flour
  • 1/2 cup almond meal

Instructions

preheat oven to 350F

whip together butter, paste, and sugar

add in remaining wet ingredients

whip for 1 minute

stir in almond meal

sift in flour

refrigerate for 10 minutes

scoop into 2 tbsp scoops 2″ apart on parchment lined sheets

bake for ten minutes or until JUST golden on the edges.

let cool completely before removing from cookie sheet.

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Magic Mushrooms.

Have you ever wanted to throw something out the window just to watch the whole thing shatter and die?

That’s how I feel about Clash of Clans right now. I want to go all Office Space on the ipad, and dance around it as I set fire to it, sing chants–possibly in costume–and cackle loudly.

kill it with fire.

Ok, so that was apropos of NOTHING, but I needed to get that off my chest. The Captain keeps hijacking my apple tv to play it on the “big screen,” and I’m about to pelt him with bananas or applesauce, or something.

moving on….

Two weeks ago, I teased The Brush of Black Wings by one of my favorite authors, Grace Draven, while reviewing its predecessor Master of Crows. We laughed, we drank, it was better than the last day of school and the first day of school all rolled into one, right? Of course right.

Well, after waiting FOREVER for one of my favorite ingredients to come in at the grocers, I can finally review the fuck out of it.

First, let me say this: Grace Draven writes fantasy romance with such skill and confidence, that I am consistently marveled by the depth of her imagination, and the quality of her prose. At times it feels as though Grace Draven is channeling her writing through some long-forgotten Chaucerian or Marie de France tale, given voice through distinctly modern language. It’s shocking in its complexity and addictive qualities.

The Brush of Black Wings is no different. Decidedly shorter, and more fantasy than romance, it feels like a departure from her previous books, while remaining utterly engaged in her genre. There is quite a bit of action, with less action than Master of Crows–but it suffers not at all for the lack of it. In this installment, Silhara of Neith and Martise (now also of Neith) are married and living at the ruined keep. He’s still sexy, she still drives him into the fits with her blunt sexiness.

The Brush of Black Wings

They are living their lives as simply as The Master of Crows and his wife can possibly live, until their servant-friend, Gurn decides he wants fancy mushrooms.

Martise the ever awesome, goes to collect the mushrooms like some damned truffle sniffing pig. It’s cold, her fingers are freezing, and then SHE FALLS INTO ANOTHER DIMENSION.

All is not lost, but man alive are there some tough scrapes for her in this gray place! Silhara is properly terrified and rage-beast as fuck about this predicament, and does his magey-magic to go forth and retrieve his wife! (Go back and retrieve? Sideways? It’s a place out of time, so he basically needs a magical cross between the Wonkavator and the standing stones of Outlander.)

Silhara: “Charlie, I feel you. I just do.”

The beauty of the relationship between Silhara and Martise is that Grace Draven uses their magic as a metaphor for a strong marriage. It’s not one person doing all the heavy lifting and sacrifice. Playing up one another’s strengths, and sharing sacrifice, is the only way to create a lasting union. The communication between the magic of the pair is open and fulfilling–just as it (communication) is in ANY good marriage.

The book concludes with some foreshadowing to the next installment which I found delightfully intriguing, and the epilogue gave me the brain tingles. Not like syphilis, that would be bad brain tingling.

The Brush of Black Wings by Grace DravenTo me, this novella felt like a delicious appetizer which served to whet my appetite for the main course in a most delectable way. Like French Onion soup before a plate full of mashed potatoes. (now I want both.) I plan on re-reading this several times before the next book is released.

Five magical mushrooms.

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 Of COURSE I had to do a mushroom recipe. This one is delicious and satisfying, and LOOKS really difficult and impressive. It’s easy peasy. I swear.

Mushroom Miso Soba Noodles

It’s not a soup, but it’s reminiscent of the miso soup or miso ramen you get at Japanese restaurants. It’s the perfect summer dish because it can be served hot or cold, and you DO NOT HAVE TO TURN ON THE OVEN. Also, it calls for dried shiitake mushrooms. I prefer bulk, flat packed, dried shrooms, but really, ANY dried mushrooms will work. Also, I specify Wakame flakes, but Korean dried seaweed flakes will also work. The one thing I’m REALLY going to stress to you is to use UNSALTED stock. Miso, soy sauce, wakame, and even tofu can be heavily salted, and you don’t want to burn your tongue on the salinity of the dish.

Ready? Ready.

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Mushroom Miso Soba Noodles

by Cat Bowen

Prep Time: 30 minutes

Cook Time: 1 hour

Keywords: stir-fry entree side snack vegan vegetarian

Ingredients (4-6 servings)

    for the sauce

    • 2 cups UNSALTED stock. (I used veg, you could use chicken or veg)
    • 3 oz dried shiitake mushrooms
    • 2 tbsp WHITE miso
    • 2 tbsp soy sauce
    • 1 tbsp Mirin
    • 1/4 cup wakame flakes
    • 1 tbsp sesame oil
    • 1 tsp rayu or sriracha or ONE thai chili, stemmed, ribbed, and seeded.
    • 12 oz fresh soba noodles

    for the noodles

    • 12 oz FRESH or frozen and thawed soba noodles. (buckwheat or white–matters not.)
    • 1, 12 oz block of extra-firm tofu, cubed into 1″ cubes or 12 oz stemmed and de-veined shrimp (or combo)
    • 2 big red bell peppers, sliced into ribbons
    • 6-8 oz halved and cleaned baby bok choy or Shanghai choy, lightly steamed. (2-4 minutes) barring that–broccoli or Napa
    • 1 tbsp chopped ginger
    • 1 tbsp chopped garlic
    • 2 tbsp neutral oil
    • 1 tsp sesame oil
    • 1 tsp Mirin
    • 1 tsp soy sauce
    • 1/2 cup vegetable stock

    Garnish

    • chopped cilantro
    • chopped scallion
    • additional wakame flakes
    • hot sauce
    • soft-boiled egg (optional.)

    Instructions

    the base sauce

    In a saucepan, combine the sesame oil, mirin, miso, sriracha, and stock and bring it to a simmer, stirring slowly

    add wakame and mushrooms, turn to low, let simmer 30 minutes

    pull out mushrooms and slice.

    the noodles

    in a WOK or really big fecking skillet, heat the oils until rippling

    add ginger and garlic

    stir in bell pepper and tofu/shrimp–toss and cook until either warmed or cooked through

    add in noodles, stock, Mirin, and soy sauce and toss

    add in remaining ingredients, toss

    add mushrooms back to stock and pour over noodle mix.

    again, toss.

    cook until tender

    plate.

    If serving cold, you may wish to add a bit of soy sauce or Yuzu to the noodles as you eat them,

    garnish and eat

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    Books and Booze–Book Review and the Mexican Melon Ball aka Dragon Piss

    “Fantasy is dead.”

    “No one reads PNR anymore.”

    “Sci-Fi is a dying art.”

    “All the ‘most important’ fantasy/PNR authors have crossed genres to Contemporary or Lit Fic.”

    These are all criticisms I’ve heard in the last year. Whether it was a tweet, an article, or blog post. It’s an all-to-familiar refrain hummed by the literate elite. With the boom of series sensations like Twilight and Harry Potter, and the dearth of mega-moneymakers since, most YA critics consider the genre completely dead–not just YA, but across the span.

    Similarly, I’ve read less and less in blogs–specifically book review blogs–about fantasy novels or PNR/UF. I’ve read next to nothing about Fantasy Romance.

    However, the increasing sales of these novels, most notably the bidding war recently waged at San Diego Comic Con over the filming rights to Patrick Rothfuss’s beloved novel, In The Name of the Wind stands as a contradistinction to the claims of the dying nerd culture.

     

    These people look like they’re totally ready to write-off the genre.

    I tire of these critics who claim the deaths of cultural icons in order to beef up their own numbers. I mean, HOW MANY PEOPLE SAID “CUPCAKES ARE DEAD?” For fucking real, have they ever had a cupcake? THEY’RE AMAZING. Pie is amazing–also not dead. Same with cookies, donuts, fantasy novels, leggings as pants, vampire books, Italian ice, sex in public places and beards.

    There are a few things that were very dead, recently resurrected, that I am voting back into the beyond:

    • culottes–NO
    • The Governor of Wisconsin–NO
    • Candace Cameron–NO! also, WHY IS SHE ON THE VIEW?! JUST TO FUCK WITH ME?
    • flavored body oils–NO. That shit isn’t sanitary! Why are PEOPLE ON FACEBOOK TRYING TO SELL IT TO ME WITH JAMBERRY MANICURES?!

    me. all day, every day.

    However, in the past few years, a few intrepid readers have sought-out books which take them to places beyond this realm of reality and woe, and into the unknown. A new land of magic and smoke, mages and dragons, smoking parapets and sword-wielding giants. These readers have been richly rewarded. For the first time in decades, these readers have a fresh crop of fantasy authors spinning tales of worlds beyond the stars, which burrow deep into our imagination.

    One of my absolute favorite authors in recent years writes in arguably the most forgotten genre, fantasy romance. To be honest, this was never the most popular–or the most successful of sub-genres. PNR, certainly. Urban Fantasy where the MCs get down with the getting down, absolutely. But full-on fantasy romance? A place separated by time and reality? Where magic rules and hearts drive storylines? Not so much.

    Grace Draven seems to be as magical as the stories she creates. Her bottomless cauldron of imagination spills forth in each new narrative, potent poultices of soul-searing romance, and adventure the likes of which the reader has never before encountered.

    Recently, I was given the honor of reading an ARC of The Brush of Black Wings the sequel to Master of Crows.

    While I can’t review The Brush of Black Wings today–at least not fully, I will give you a little tease after I tell you ALL about Master of Crows. 

    The Blurb:

    What would you do to win your freedom? This is the question that sets bondwoman, Martise of Asher, on a dangerous path. In exchange for her freedom, she bargains with her masters, the mage-priests of Conclave, to spy on the renegade sorcerer, Silhara of Neith. The priests want Martise to expose the sorcerer’s treachery and turn him over to Conclave justice. A risky endeavor, but one she accepts without hesitation–until she falls in love with her intended target.

    Silhara of Neith, Master of Crows, is a desperate man. The god called Corruption invades his mind, seducing him with promises of limitless power if he will help it gain dominion over the world. Silhara struggles against Corruption’s influence and searches for ways to destroy the god. When Conclave sends Martise as an apprentice to help him, he knows she’s a spy. Now he fights a war on two fronts–against the god who would possess him and the apprentice who would betray him.

    Mage and spy search together for a ritual that will annihilate Corruption, but in doing so, they discover secrets about each other that may damn them both. Silhara must decide if his fate, and the fate of nations, is worth the soul of the woman he has come to love, and Martise must choose continued enslavement or freedom at the cost of a man’s life. And love.

     My thoughts:

    First thought? I want to wrap Silhara up in my sheets and comfort him. For…a protracted period of time.

    Beyond Silhara’s sexy mage-y goodness? I was absolutely gobsmacked by the explosion of creativity that is splashed across each and every page. The world isn’t as different from our own as some fantasy, but it maintains a level of other throughout the story which creates a baseline for possibility while establishing that world’s status quo.

    In the beginning of the novel, the reader is given glimpses of the bleak life that Silhara has lived thus far. They see him struggle with a god set on holding dominion over him. They see him wrestle his own demons from his past by the simple act of defiantly eating breakfast. The reader is also shown the gentleness he hides from the world, and the gratitude he feels for those loyal to him. He’s this amazingly powerful mage, striking fear into the hearts of high priest-like mother fuckers (I think Cumbria actually probably did fuck his mother–just my headcanon–watch out, he’s coming for yours next! BOOM! YOUR MOMMA JOKE!), and here Silhara is, smiling and befriending his avox servant, Gurn! (sorry, had to. forgive me?)

    And Martise. Wow. Such a genuine believability to her. The way she intenerates Silhara’s personality by just her wit, her mien, and her voice. She has a courage that runs marrow-deep, and a sense of what’s needed. She is gifted not only with magic, but with such life. Martise’s character calls forth echoes of the great heroines of fantasies past: Lavinia, Mordred, Gwendolyn, Wren Ellesedil. She’s never predictable, but she’s always reliable. A wonderful combination.

    The adventure. Fantasy is not fantasy without an adventure, and this story is no exception. It is a rollicking tale of far-off places, daring swordfights, magic spells! and a Prince!! Wait…

    Sometimes I have a Belle explosion in my brain. Because I actually started writing about the author’s use of latin–I stopped myself. YOU’RE WELCOME. Here’s how to use a fork…

    But really, in Master of Crows, Grace Draven takes the reader on a ride through the perils of war, the pain of loss, the struggle with choice, and the ability to love–wrapped up in a net of magic with its knots made of grace capable of every human.

    also? The sex is really good. I won’t dwell on it. But it’s really good.

    Gonna need a cigarette, and I quit 10 years ago.

    Master of Crows

     Four and a half “not a god’s” stars.

    (half star removed for frequent use of my least-favorite Latin word.–GAH! I did it anyway!)

    Now?!!?!

    A little The Brush of Black Wings teaser…

    The Brush of Black Wings

    I will tell you this. I TORE through this book. I read it so fast I gave myself a godsdamned migraine. It was EVERYTHING. I liked it more than the original, more than Radiance, more than–GASP–A Discovery of Witches. It’s taken my top spot in fantasy romance.

    The Brush of Black Wings is a perfect recrudescence for the genre of Fantasy Romance. It tiptoes the reader through the chaos of magic before flipping them into the abyss of the human–or not so human–soul.

    It takes place four years after Master of Crows, and things at Neith seem to be settling down. Until SOME AVOX DECIDED HE NEEDED FANCY MUSHROOMS. Because bitch needs chanterelles, NOT, button.

    Then? All hell breaks loose…

    Real review on release day!

    So, what recipe could possibly compliment such a book? easy.

    Dragon Piss. AKA, The Mexican Melon Ball.

    In the book, Silhara and Co. drink a liquor they lovingly refer to as “Dragon Piss.” It’s strong and green–tequila and midori! Also, the keep is a freaking orange grove, so, ORANGES.

    This little gem of a cocktail was inspired by the book, and by my liquor guy, Jeff at Tops in Bklyn. He had the Midori I needed, and a new to me tequila that I forgot to write down. CRAP. This is why it’s good to know your liquor people. They’ll remember.


    Dragon Piss

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    Mexican Melon Ball

    Dragon Piss, AKA Mexican Melon Ball

    by Cat Bowen

    Prep Time: 2 minutes

    Keywords: beverage

    Ingredients (1 drink)

    • 2 oz Midori it’s a low proof liqueur
    • 1-1.5 oz GOOD tequila
    • 1.5 oz OJ
    • OPTIONAL
    • melon balls and orange slices rolled in kosher salt.

    Instructions

    shake over ice and serve.

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