Showing posts with label tropical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tropical. Show all posts

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Memorable Drinks


My list of memorable drinks runs from coffee in a Bedouin tent to pineapple crush under Polynesian palms. While most were genuine thirst quenchers, others were significant for the occasion. Or the surroundings.

 I recall a tangy limoonada (freshly pressed lime-juice and 7 Up) in Iran. I’d been taking pictures of Persepolis, the ancient Persian capital, following my guide an energetic man named Mr. V. Piroozi up stairways lined with Achaemenian bas-reliefs, under soaring arches, into vast audience rooms and along columned halls. Finally I leant against a winged bull one of the guardians of Persepolis and declared I was parched. Loosening his tie, Mr. V. Piroozi agreed it was time for a drink and muttering that it was fortunate it wasnt Ramazan, he drove at speed to my hotel.

In air-conditioned surroundings I slumped in a chair and listened to the tinkling of ice in a glass. Outside the temperature passed 40c as inside, Mr. V. Piroozi and I ordered a second, and then a third limoonada.  Until the hotel ran out of limes.

On another warm, if emotional occasion, I discovered horchata while waiting for a train in Spain. A refreshing drink based on almonds, it raised my spirits after my boyfriend - a celebrated matador – had announced plans to marry his childhood sweetheart.  Devastated, I  headed for the station, and to this day I still associate horchata with memories of the bullfight and the hiss of steam, as slowly, interminably it seemed at the time, we pulled out of Barcelona.

A third memorable drink was on the Polynesian island of Moorea. I was cycling around the island when my companion a young Tahitian pulled off the road and shinned up a palm.  Knocking off a coconut, he slid down again and holding it between his knees, he chopped off the top with his machete. Cupping it in my hands I let the sweet fluid flow over my face and into my mouth then I dived into the blue lagoon to wash it off.

The interesting aspect about these drinks is that none of them contained alcohol and leafing through my notes on other memorable beverages, I find  neither do they.  

Today even supermarkets stock tropical fruits so why not try mixing your own? All you need is a juice extractor, or a blender, and with a little experimentation you can create wonderful beverages without the need of alcohol to make them taste better.

Here is a starter to your own inventions:

ALMOND DRINK

           1/2 kilo (1 pound) almonds
           500grm (½  pound) sugar (or cup of cane syrup)
            1 ½  litres Water (warm)
           Dash almond essence

Slice almonds and crush in a coffee grinder.  Add  to a food processor with other ingredients and work until smooth. Strain through muslin to remove any solids. Chill well and serve garnished with a cinnamon stick and a rose petal.  Serves: 4

                                                                  Images from www.copix.co.uk

Friday, 17 July 2009

BUYING FLOWERS



I have bought flowers from the same stall in a south London street market for more than ten years.

A typical exchange took place today with the expressionless blonde who stands beside her plants like the moron waiting outside Superdrug.

In all this time I've been buying flowers from her, she has never raised a smile.

'Good morning? Nice day?' Forget it!

Today she has an attractive bunch of violet and orange flowers, but I don't know what they are.

'I'd like a bunch of those flowers please. What are they called?' I said, pointing to the bunches in her black plastic bucket.

'No idea.'

'I'll have a bunch of no idea then.' I said.

But I'd got to her this time, I decided, as a blush beginning low down her neck spread up beyond her ears.

c.Christine Osborne
Image: Bird of Paradise flower
Source: www.copix.co.uk

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