Do you drink Cocktails?
My oldest, Kimbo, has a travelling 'drinks cabinet' (a type of soft suitcase) in which he has everything required to make the most delicious cocktails. When visiting his dear Papa, he, of course, brings this 'cabinet' with him.
Other than strange concoctions, juices, and mixers, it always contains several bottles of Champagne, various different Liqueurs, and a bag of Limes; as well as his late grandfather's silver cocktail shaker. He come's fully equipped.
When he asks something like "Have you any Angostura Bitters?", I know immediately that his latest discovery is on its way.
Personally I've never bothered with cocktails; I'm lazy, and like my tipples to come ready made. Pulling a cork is more my style, and, anyway, I don't possess all the paraphernalia. However, if one is prepared specially for me, I'm usually extremely happy; and K does prepare some stonkers.
We've had several different cocktails over the festive period. I usually ask what they're called, and never seem to get an answer. So, invariably they're called a Camel's bottom, or a Shag on the Beach, or even a Cro's Credential. Name's are hardly important, but inventing them is fun.
I now look forward to seeing his 'cabinet of curiosities' being taken from the boot of his car. I always know something interesting is inside just waiting to break out. He should be here this evening.
Maybe a 'Pink Pussy' or a 'Smack in the Eye, or even a 'Kimbo's Kaboodle'. They're all good, and they all have a kick; I tread carefully.