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Birthday Night Drink Demo



I don't usually share a drink demo in the middle of the week, that's reserved for Friday. However, Mr. Willoughby, in honor of my birthday, has created a new drink. The ingredients should look familiar if you saw last Friday's post, but the amounts and the technique have changed. When made correctly you will have a blue drink with a purple bottom. What did Mr. Willoughby name his new creation? Bikini Bottom, of course! Here it is:


You should recognize our cast of characters.

For each Bikini Bottom you will need: 2 oz. light rum, 3 oz. coconut rum, 1 oz. blue curacao, 6 oz. 7-Up, a drizzle of grenadine and ice. In a cocktail shaker,mix all ingredients except grenadine and ice. Gently stir, do not shake! Pour into glass over ice. Drizzle a small amount of grenadine on top, do not stir. It will sink to the bottom of the glass causing the bottom portion of the drink to turn purple. I did my best to capture this with my camera, but the flash makes it difficult to see. Here it is anyway:

And now a close up:



Please enjoy your Bikini Bottom responsibly!


Comments

Donna-FFW said…
Love the two tone look and I adore the name of the drink.. MEN!!
Raoulysgirl said…
That looks BEAUTIFUL! I love the name, too! Good job, Mr. W.
Gracey said…
Great idea and yes, the name made me giggle!
Unknown said…
It's settled then...you and Mr. Willoughby get to man the bar at my virtual "Open Deck" party!
Lissaloo said…
What a fun drink!

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