November 30 is a very important day in the lives of two of the late 19th century’s greatest writers; as on November 30, 1835 Samuel “Mark Twain” Clemens was born and on November 30, 1900 Oscar Wilde died. Unfortunately, these two wits never had the opportunity to face off against each other, so instead, let’s compare their views on a few of life’s more important issue:
Twain: “It is a pity we can’t escape from life when we are young.”
Wilde: “Those whom the gods love grow young.”
On George Bernard Shaw:
Twain: “Shaw is a pleasant man; simple, direct, sincere, animated; but self-possessed, sane, and evenly poised, acute engaging, companionable, and quite destitute of affectation. I like him.”
Wilde: “An excellent man: he has no enemies, and none of his friends like him.”
On American Culture:
Wilde: “We have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.”
Twain: “To string incongruities and absurdities together in a wandering and sometimes purposeless way, and seem innocently unaware that they are absurdities, is the basis of the American art, if my position is correct.”
On The Idiot In Society:
Twain: “Reader, suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.”
Wilde: “Oh, I love London society! It is entirely composed now of beautiful idiots and brilliant lunatics. Just what society should be.”
Twain: “A man is never more truthful than when he acknowledges himself a liar.”
Wilde: “Only the shallow know themselves.”
Twain: “Death, the only immortal who treats us all alike, whose pity and whose peace and whose refuge are for all — the soiled and the pure, the rich and the poor, the loved and the unloved.”
Wilde: “Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
On the Afterlife:
Twain: “Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.”
Wilde: “I don’t want to go to Heaven. None of my friends are there.”
Of course, it’s no surprise that these two have cocktails named after them, and rather than settle on one literary libation, today we’re making both of them. The Oscar Wilde is a pleasant sweet after-dinner drink that mixes Irish cream liqueur with Triple Sec. The Mark Twain is actually based on a letter Twain wrote to his wife while he was in London in 1874, saying that he has been enjoying “cock-tails” morning, noon and night and making the request that she “remember to have, in the bathroom, when I arrive, a bottle of Scotch whisky, a lemon, some crushed sugar, & a bottle of Angostura bitters.” It’s a nicely balanced drink, with the lemon and sugar nearly masking the whiskey’s smokiness.
- 2 ounce Irish Cream Liqueur
- 1 ounce Triple Sec
Moisten the rim of an Old Fashioned glass and dip it with chocolate powder. Add ice and the liqueurs and stir.
- 1 1/2 ounces Scotch
- 3/4 ounce lemon juice
- 1 ounce simple syrup
- 2 dashes of Angostura Bitters
Shake with ice and strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
Tomorrow: Adelaide, Australia plays host to one of the world’s strangest unsolved mysteries.
Happy Day After Thanksgiving! As you know, Thanksgiving is celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November. However, for decades, Thanksgiving was not held specifically on the fourth Thursday, but the last Thursday of the month, which meant that every so often, November’s fifth Thursday. It was on this day in 1956 that part of America celebrated Thanksgiving on the fifth Thursday of November.
Okay, I can hear you thinking that’s all very well and good, but why is this interesting? Well, in 1939, when President Franklin Roosevelt declared in 1939 that Thanksgiving would henceforth be celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November, there was a lot of controversy. You see, in 1939, Thanksgiving was going to fall on November 30, and American retailers (who along with the rest of the country had just started to bounce back from the Great Depression) were concerned that the late Thanksgiving would effect Christmas sales. It’s hard to believe now, but 74 years ago it was considered uncouth for businesses to display Christmas decorations or promote Christmas sales before Thanksgiving Day.
That year, on advice from Secretary of Commerce Harry Hopkins, Roosevelt announced that Thanksgiving would not be on November 30, but on November 23. Naturally, there were some complaints. Atlantic City mayor Thomas Taggart dubbed the November 23 Thanksgiving “Franksgiving.” Alf Landen, the Republican who lost to FDR in the 1938 election, said “If the change has any merit at all, more time should have been taken working it out… instead of springing it upon an unprepared country with the omnipotence of a Hitler.” Dear readers, if you learn anything from this blog, I hope it’s that politicians comparing American presidents to Herr Hitler is a tradition that predates World War II.
So, that year, and in several subsequent years that featured a November with five Thursdays, America’s Thanksgiving celebrations were split along party lines. States that had primarily Democratic controlled governments celebrated Thanksgiving on November 23, while those with Republican governments generally celebrated it on the 30th. A few states decided to not get involved in the controversy, and celebrated both days as official holidays. After World Ward II, Congress decided to officially declare the fourth Thursday of November Thanksgiving, and for the most part the states went along with it…except for Texas of course. Texas would hold on to the notion of celebrating Thanksgiving on the last Thursday of the month until November 28, 1956. After that year, the Lone Star State decided to get on the same page as the rest of the nation and began celebrating Turkey Day on the fourth Thursday.
While you dine on Thanksgiving leftovers this weekend, why not enjoy a sufficiently festive cocktail? The Pumpkin Spiced Martini comes to us from Los Angeles’ Fig & Olive restaurant. It’s a delicious way to spice up your seventh helping of turkey.
Pumpkin Spiced Martini
- 1 1/2 ounce Vanilla Infused Vodka
- 1/2 ounce Applejack
- 1/2 ounce lime juice
- 1/2 ounce ginger syrup
- 1 bar spoon pumpkin butter
Rim a chilled martini glass with crushed graham crackers by dipping it in maple syrup and then dunking in the crumbs. Then shake all ingredients with ice and strain into the graham cracker rimmed cocktail glass.
Tomorrow: An important day for two of the 19th century’s greatest writers.
The practice of skywriting had been exhibited a few times in air shows during the 1910s, but it was on this day in 1922 that the first known act of commercial skywriting was performed. Yes, 91 years ago today, Royal Air Force Capt. Cyril Turner wrote “Hello, U.S.A. Call Vanderbilt 7200” 10,000 feet above Times Square. Over the next two and a half hours, the Vanderbilt Hotel received 47,000 phone calls from people who had seen the skywriting. Since then, skywriting has become fairly commonplace, used for everything from advertising to marriage proposals. Of course, my favorite use of skywriting was when comedian Kurt Braunohler hired a plane to write “HOW DO I LAND?” over Los Angeles earlier this spring.
So, while you’re enjoying Thanksgiving cocktails, take a moment to mark the anniversary of when humans began, as Braunohler calls it, “forcing clouds to say things” with a Big Blue Sky cocktail. It’s a delicious tropical drink that might seem out of place at the Thanksgiving table, but makes for a solid post-dinner drink.
Big Blue Sky
- 1/2 ounce Blue Curacao
- 1/2 ounce Light Rum
- 1/2 ounce Cream of Coconut
- 2 ounces pineapple juice
- 1 cup ice
Blend everything together and pour into a wine glass.
Who was the first woman to play professional basketball? Her name was Penny Ann Early, and she was also the first woman to become licensed in the United States as a horse racing jockey. It was exactly 45 years ago today that Early took the court.
It all began when Early became an officially licensed jockey in 1968. Early on in her career, she was scheduled to ride in three races at Churchill Downs. However, the male jockeys who were supposed to compete against Early unanimously voted to not participate in those races. Preumably, these jockeys thought that they might get cooties form racing against a girl.
This injustice caught the attention of the press, and so the the Kentucky Colonels of the American Basketball Association decided to jump on the opportunity for some publicity. The young ABA was struggling for attention, so what better way to draw eyeballs to to the league than by announcing that the Colonels had signed the first woman to play professional basketball? Yes, the Colonels ownership not only signed Early to a contract, but also ordered coach Gene Rhodes to play Early in a game.
On November, 27, 1968, Early joined her fellow Colonels on the court as they prepared to take on the Los Angeles Stars. Early was instantly recognizable when standing next to her teammates. For one thing, at 5′ 3″ she was the shortest person to ever play professional basketball. Second, she wore a uniform that was quite different. While the other players wore a standard basketball uniform, Early sported a miniskirt and a turtleneck sweater with the number 3 (a reference to the three races at Churchill Downs) on the back. During a time out in the early minutes of the match, Coach Rhodes put Early into the game so she could inbound the ball to one of her teammates. Soon after, Rhodes called another time out and pulled Early from the game, earning her a standing ovation and a lifetime membership to Club Tril. Early would sign many autographs after the game, and would continue to try to make it as a jockey. Unfortunately, her career was cut short in 1974 when she fell off her horse during a race and broke many bones. Today, she continues to work with horses as a trainer.
So, Penny Ann Early was the first woman to get paid to appear in a professional basketball game, although not exactly the first woman to actively play professionally. Let’s toast the team that is responsible for this little nugget of trivia with a Kentucky Colonel cocktail. It’s a nice, strong cocktail and a simple blend of bourbon and Benedictine.
- 2 ounces Bourbon
- 1/2 ounce Benedictine
Shake with ice and strain into an Old Fashioned glass with ice. Garnish with a lemon peel.
Tomorrow: “Hello USA. Call Vanderbilt 7200.”
Legendary director Howard Hawkes once described a good movie as “Three great scenes. No bad ones.” So, if we are going by Hawkes’ definition, then I suppose that today we are celebrating one of the few truly perfect motion pictures. Yes, Casablanca premiered on this day in 1942.
Casablanca is a perfect film. Don’t believe me? Think about it. Not only does it have romance, action, drama, laughs and suspense; it also does all of those things extremely well. Plus its a great “hang out movie” (A term coined by Quentin Tarantino to refer to movies whose characters or world you’d want to spend more time with.): Rick’s Café Américain feels like a real bar where anything could happen. Not to mention that in addition to the main story, there’s a lot of interesting stuff happening on the movie’s fringes. There are whole stories that could be told about characters like Carl the waiter and Sascha the bartender and how they became part of the motley crew at Rick’s, and later members of the resistance.
The film also boasts one of the wittiest scripts ever filmed. Seriously, every line of dialogue that comes out of Captain Louis Renault’s (Claude Rains) mouth is golden, and that’s not even counting the often sarcastic and snappy exchanges he has with Rick Blaine (Humphry Bogart):
Captain Renault: What in heaven’s name brought you to Casablanca?
Rick: My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.
Captain Renault: The waters? What waters? We’re in the desert.
Rick: I was misinformed.
Of course, what makes this film even more amazing is that the script was constantly being rewritten during production and when shooting began, the ending still hadn’t been finished. Several film critics and historians have pointed out that this unusual quirk of production actually helped the performances by the main cast. Since the script was still being worked on, Bogart and Ingrid Bergman did not know what would happen to Rick and Ilsa. As such, every glance and every uncertain look that appears on Bogart and Bergman’s faces are realistic and offer no hint about whether or not the starstruck lovers will fly off together at the film’s end. Of course, when the ending did arrive, it was beautiful. It’s not a “happy” ending, but it’s the ending that’s fitting for the film, with Rick (the man who we’re told early on, “,,,doesn’t stick his neck out for nobody.”) making a noble choice that goes against his own self-interests, but will instead help many, many others.
So, as you undoubtedly sit back and watch Casablanca tonight, why not enjoy a cocktail called Casablanca. It’s the kind of relaxed, fancy fare that Sascha would serve at the Café Américain. Here’s drinking to you, kid.
- 2 ounces Light Rum
- 1 1/2 teaspoon Triple Sec
- 1 1/2 teaspoon Cherry Liqueur
- 1 1/2 teaspoon lime juice
Shake with ice and strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
Tomorrow: A basketball first.
In 1776, General George Washington and the Continental Army were forced to flee the island of Manhattan after being overpowered by British forces. So, for the next seven years, British troops and Loyalists occupied the city. During this time, New York City suffered serious neglect. When a mysterious fire burned through the city in the early days of the occupation, destroying 10 to 25 percent, the British were quick to blame American Patriots. The British commanders took up residence in the undamaged parts of the city, forcing colonists to live in squalor. The city was placed under a state of martial law, and prison ships began floating in the New York harbor. Over 10,000 Patriot soldiers and sailors died on those ships. By comparison, only 8,000 Patriots died in battle during the Revolution.
So, at Noon on November 25, 1783, over 29,000 British soldiers and Loyalist refugees fled the city on ships. Hundreds of Americans gathered on the shores of Staten Island to bid the ships a fond farewell with jeers. As the ships departed, a British gunner fired the last shot of the war when he shot a cannon in the direction of the crowd. Conveniently, the shot landed in the bay. With the British gone, it was time for General Washington to lead the Continental Army in a triumphant march into the city. There was just one problem, the ceremonial entrance of the Continental Army could not occur until the large Union Jack nailed to the top of a flag pole in Battery Park was removed. Many men tried to climb the pole and remove the flag, but the pole had been greased by Loyalists. Eventually, wooden cleats were nailed into the pole and American veteran John Van Arsdale was able to ascend the pole, tear off the British flag that had become synonymous in New York City with tyranny and hang a Stars and Stripes that was large enough that the retreating English could see it.
For over 50 years, the events of this day were regularly celebrated in America as Evacuation Day. In New York, a competition would be held in which young men would try to climb a greased pole and remove the Union Jack. Sadly, this landmark day in history began to decline from public memory during the mid 1800s and was essentially made obscure when Abraham Lincoln declared the first day of thanksgiving in 1863 to be held on the last Thursday of November. That year, the last Thursday was the 26th, and subsequent Thanksgiving Days fell either on or near Evacuation Day. Since then, Evacuation Day has largely been forgotten, with sporadic celebrations occurring on major anniversaries.
But this year, we shall not forget Evacuation Day. Instead we shall honor the brave Patriots who died on those horrid prison ships with a strong drink. The Patriot Cocktail is an appropriately autumnal cocktail that was created by Washington, D. C.’s Artbar. It’s an unusual, but tasty, cocktail made with bourbon and pumpkin purée.
- 2 ounces Bourbon
- 1 ounce Sweet Vermouth
- 1 ounce pumpkin purée
- 1/2 ounce lime juice
Shake with ice, strain into a chilled cocktail glass and add a dash of bitters before serving.
Tomorrow: Here’s looking at you, kid.
On the afternoon of November 24, 1971 (the day before Thanksgiving), a man calling himself “Dan Cooper” walked up to the Northwest Orient Airlines ticket counter at Portland International Airport and bought a one-way ticket for that day on Flight 305. This flight was supposed to be a standard half-hour trip to Seattle, Washington. Instead, it became the only unsolved air piracy case in American history.
The flight took off as scheduled and while mid-air, Cooper handed a flight attendant a note. The flight attendant assumed the man was trying to give her his phone number, so she just threw the note into her purse. Upon seeing this, Cooper calmly whispered to the flight attendant, “Miss, you’d better look at that note. I have a bomb.” The note read “I have a bomb in my briefcase. I will use it if necessary. I want you to sit next to me. You are being hijacked.” So, the flight attendant did as ordered, and Cooper opened his attache case, revealing four large cylinders connected to a battery. His demands were simple: $200,000, four parachutes (two primary and two reserve); and a fuel truck that would refuel the plane when it arrived in Seattle.
The flight attendant relayed this information to the pilot who then informed Seattle-Tacoma Airport air traffic control about the situation. The crew was ordered by the president of Northwest Orient Airlines to comply with the hijacker. Meanwhile, the other passengers on the flight had no idea what was going on and were simply told that it would be a while before landing due to “minor mechanical difficulty.” The plane circled around Puget Sound for two hours while the FBI and Seattle police prepared Cooper’s money and parachutes. For his part, Cooper remained unusually calm and friendly for a hijacker. He ordered a bourbon and soda (his second of the flight), paid his bill for the drinks, gave his hostage a tip and even offered to request meals for the flight crew for when they landed in Seattle.
Two and a half hours after take off, Flight 305 landed on a brightly lit section of the Seattle-Tacoma Airport tarmac. The passengers and two of the flight attendants were released. A third stepped outside to receive the ransom from a Northwest Orient representative. As the plane was refueled, Cooper informed the cockpit crew that they would be flying him to Mexico City and gave them extremely specific instructions as to what flight path they would take, the altitude they would fly at, how fast the plane would go, how low the wingflaps would be lowered and many more details. His final request was that the plane fly with its rear exit door open and its staircase extended. The airline refused this last point, saying that it wasn’t safe; Cooper didn’t bother to argue the point and said that he’d open it himself when they were in the air.
The plane took off once again and shortly after take off, Cooper ordered the remaining crew to stay in the cockpit. After twenty minutes in the air, a light went off in the cockpit indicating that the rear door in the plane had been opened. The plane would land in Reno, Nevada with Cooper nowhere to be found. The only traces that remained of him were fingerprints, his clip on tie, his mother of pearl tie clip and two of the parachutes.
In the ensuing days, the FBI would work tirelessly to figure out what happened to Cooper. There was no definitive theory as to when and over where Cooper jumped. In fact neither of the Air Force fighter pilots who were tailing the plane witnessed Cooper jump out of the plane. A few possible suspects, including an Oregon man with a minor police record named D. B. Cooper, were questioned, but no charges were filed. In February of 1980, eight-year-old Brian Ingram was vacationing with his family on the Columbia River near Vancouver, Washington when he discovered three disintegrated packets of bills which the FBI later confirmed that these two packets of 100 bills and a third packet of 90 were in fact part of the Cooper ransom. However, to this day no trace of Dan Cooper, his parachute or the remaining 9,700 or so bills have been found.
Now, there are two ways you could memorialize Dan Cooper’s flight. You could drink like Cooper and have a bourbon and soda, or you could enjoy a Cooper’s Cocktail. It’s a nice cocktail for the end of the day that balances sharp rye flavors with floral notes.
- 2 ounce Rye Whiskey
- 3/4 ounce St. Germain Elderflower Liqueur
- 1/4 ounce Fernet-Branca
Stir in a mixing glass with ice and strain into a chilled cocktail glass. Garnish with an orange twist.
Tomorrow: The end of the American Revolution.
Today marks the 50th anniversary of the debut of one of the most inventive tv series in the history of the medium: The classic British sci-fi program Doctor Who. The show’s premise is simple enough, it’s the continuing adventures of an alien who calls himself the Doctor and travels through space and time in a machine called the TARDIS, picking up (usually human) companions and outwitting the forces of evil.
Now, there are two reasons why Doctor Who has lasted as long as it has. The first is that its basic premise essentially makes it a sci-fi anthology series: One week, the Doctor and his friends could wind up doing anything from fighting off genocidal aliens at the edge of the known universe to traveling to Aztec times and be mistaken for gods or even solving a murder mystery with Agatha Christie. Really, a Doctor Who episode could be about just about anything as long as the Doctor, his companions and the TARDIS make an appearance in the story.
However, the real reason why the series is still running strong 50 years later is due to a constant reinvention of its cast. Although the Doctor has been the series’ main character for the entire run, he’s been played by different actors. Now, this isn’t in that James Bond way where for awhile the part will be played by Sean Connery and then in the next adventure he’s played by Roger Moore without any explanation. No, the 11 actors who’ve played the Doctor have seamlessly transitioned from one to the next thanks to the process of regeneration. You see, during production of the show’s third season, William Hartnell (the actor who originated the role of the Doctor) was becoming gravely ill. The producers of the show wanted to keep the program going, so a clever solution to the problem was created. It was decided that at the end of the third season, the Doctor would die.
However, as the Doctor was an alien, his species would have the ability to rejuvenate themselves when they are on the verge of death. So, as the Doctor (played by Hartnell) lay dying, suddenly he began to glow and transformed into a younger body (played by Patrick Troughton). He may have had a different face and a slightly different personality, but he was still very much the same man with the same world saving goals. Since then, the process (later dubbed regeneration) has been used ten times, and the series is currently on its 11th Doctor (played by Matt Smith), with a 12th (played by Peter Capaldi) coming at Christmas this year.
Of course, the crazy thing about Doctor Who‘s 50th anniversary is that just ten years ago there might not have been a reason to celebrate. You see, in the 1980s, the series’ ratings took a progressively downward slide and the program was actually canceled in 1989. Over the ensuing years, fans of the show kept holding out hope that the series itself would experience a regeneration. Then one night in 1996, an American made tv movie aired and there was hope that a new Doctor Who series would come with it. Unfortunately, nothing became of that until 2005 when the BBC accepted writer Russell T. Davies’ pitch to revive the series. Davies, along with a talented team of writers, directors and actors (led by Christopher Eccelston as the 9th Doctor) managed to bring the show back to much applause from fans new and old. The series airs a much anticipated 50th anniversary special today which will feature an adventure featuring multiple regenerations of the Doctor; a very rare occurrence indeed, but will also be simulcast around the world. Although events like the Super Bowl and the Academy Awards have been simulcast for decades, this is the first instance of a tv show airing an episode all over the globe at the same time.
The Doctor doesn’t carry a weapon, other than his cunning mind. Instead, he arms himself with a sonic screwdriver, a device with thousands of capabilities ranging from cutting barbed wire to sealing doors shut. So, in the spirit of the Doctor, today we’ll mix a Sonic Screwdriver. Created by Liz Mulhern of Omaha, Nebraska, this is a charming reworking of the classic Screwdriver cocktail. Mulhern replaced regular vodka with vanilla vodka and orange juice with blue curacao (to keep the orange flavor) and lemon lime soda. This drink is blue, which is quite fitting as for most of the series’ run the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver has emitted a blue light.
- 1 1/2 ounces Vanilla Vodka
- 1 1/2 ounces Blue Curacao
- 6 ounces lemon lime soda
Pour over ice in a highball glass and lightly stir.
Tomorrow: D. B. Cooper books a flight.
It all began in June of 1919 when theatrical press agent John Peter Toohey decided to play a prank on New York Times drama critic Alexander Woollcott. Toohey was mildly miffed that Woollcott had refused to mention one of Toohey’s clients in his Times column. So, Toohey organized a luncheon at the Algonquin that he claimed was to celebrate Woolcott’s return from Europe, where he served as a reporter for Stars and Stripes, reporting on World War I. However, instead of honoring Woollcott, Toohey and the assembled guests humorously roasted Woollcott on a variety of topics. Surprisingly, Woollcott loved the luncheon and suggested they make it a regular thing.
So, for the next ten years, Toohey, Woollcott and many members of New York’s theatrical and journalistic scenes would meet at the Algonquin for a lunch filled with wisecracks and barbed wit. Initially the group met at a long rectangular table in the hotel’s Pergola Room. They called themselves “The Board” and their luncheons were naturally dubbed “Board meetings.” In addition to Toohey and Woollcott, the members of the Board included Dorothy Parker, Harpo Marx, novelist Edna Ferber, playwright George S. Kaufman, New Yorker founder Harold Ross, humorist Robert Benchley, sportswriter Heywood Broun, and many more. Over time, the Board got too large for its rectangular table, and were moved to a round table in the Algonquin’s Rose Room. The group would often play pranks and make jokes at each others expense. Of course, references to these and other events would appear in various members’ newspaper columns, and thus the legend of the group, now informally known as the “Algonquin Round Table,” was spread across the country.
However, like all good things, the Round Table’s luncheons eventually came to an end. Some members had grown tired of the sometimes vicious nature of the Round Table’s japes. Although there was no definitive date for the end of the Round Table’s luncheons, Edna Ferber knew that the fun was over when she arrived at the Algonquin one afternoon in 1932 and discovered that a family from Kansas had been seated at the Round Table.
The Round Table crowd created a few cocktails in their own honor, but the most lasting of those is of course called The Algonquin. It’s a nice mellow drink with only a slight edge.
- 1 1/2 ounces Rye Whiskey
- 3/4 ounces Dry Vermouth
- 3/4 ounces pineapple juice
Stir the rye, dry vermouth and pineapple juice together with ice. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass and add two to three drops of orange bitters.
Tomorrow: The Doctor is in.
On November 21, 1694 François-Marie Arouet was born in Paris, France. Of course, you dear reader know him better as Voltaire, the 18th century philosopher, writer, historian and satirist who was not afraid of challenging any and all authorities.
The origin of Voltaire’s pen name is quite interesting. In the mid-1710s, the young Arouet published a particularly ill received satirical verse about the Duke of Orléans and was promptly imprisoned in the Bastille for eleven months. While in prison, he wrote his first play, and invented a pen name as a way of possibly keep himself from getting in more trouble. The name Voltare is an anagram of “AROVET LI,” the latinized spelling of his family’s name followed by the French words “le jeune” or “the young.” Of course, it’s been suggested that his pen name was also a boastful comment about his quick, sharp wit; a play on both the words volatile and “volte-face,” a word meaning to quickly turn around to face one’s enemy.
Voltaire wrote many pieces of literature, poetry, historical and scientific knowledge, but his best known work is easily Candide. The novel is a comic picaresque about a young man named Candide whose sheltered life progressively begins to fall apart over the course of the story. When the novel begins, Candide is a believer in the optimistic philosophy of Gottfried Wilhem Leibnizian, a philosophy that Voltaire thought was bunk. Specifically, Voltaire thought Liebnizian optimism, and its chief tenant that “this is the best of all possible worlds,” was naive in a world that contained evils and suffering. So, to that end, Voltaire humorously shows the philosophy’s fallacies, by depicting Candide’s feeble attempts to look on the bright side of life when faced with earthquakes, war and slavery. By the novel’s end, Candide has rejected Leibnizian optimism and has decided to pursue his own (undefined) philosophical path.
I can think of no better way to celebrate Voltaire’s birth than with a drink named for Candide. Optimists are said to wear rose colored glasses, so it’s fitting that this is a rose colored cocktail.
- 1/2 ounce Dry Vermouth
- 1/2 ounce Gin
- 1/2 ounce Orange Curacao
- 2 dashes Triple Sec
- 1 dash Grenadine
Shake with ice and strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
Tomorrow: The Vicious Circle’s clubhouse opens.