Tag: martini
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mama marseille
“You like running? You should come back in October and run from Marseille to Cassis with Honey Jr.“ This was The Husband talking to my friend Sarah’s husband, The Canadian, back in July when they were visiting. And you know what, The Canadian did. Last Saturday, we drove down to Marseille, checked into the super…
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things I learned on holiday
AYE A FUCKENMUCKENNUCKEN! This is the new word I learned while I was in Dublin. It’s the noise/ sound/ word that popped out of my mother as she plunged her hand into a sink of boiling water (It should be noted that she hadn’t intended on plunging her hand into a sink full of boiling…
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Christmas Eve Eve
Do you hear what I hear? It’s the magical sound of espresso beans whirling around machines in Dublin Starbucks as they await my arrival. And if you listen really closely, you’ll also here the cocktail shakers being chilled in preparation for my martinis at the Octagon Bar (Bonjour Bono… make ready my bar stool). Tomorrow we…
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help me peeps (you're my only hope)
We’re going to a Halloween party. Brother-in-Law and his fiance (that’s right, Brother-in-Law is getting married too… must be something in the water here) are having a Halloween party.(Oh, and 18 year old fiance will henceforth be known as Child Bride). They had one last year but we didn’t go. I had only been here a…
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Happy Things
This time next week I will be on the plane en route to Marseille and back to life in Le Petit Village. I’m missing The Husband and Fifty. Ten days without my furry little angel cuddling up to me and The Husband’s huffing and puffing has left me feeling a bit vacant. To combat that…
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My Martini Quest
I’m having some cocktail hour translation issues. I would like a vodka martini, 007 style (yes, I know his was gin), as in shaken, not stirred, served in a chilled cocktail glass with an olive. The problem is that every time I order a vodka martini I get something quite different to what I think…
It's Me, Sara Louise 