October 15, 2008
The Flaming Squirrel: A Mixological Remembrance
The Flaming Squirrel
- 3 oz Canadian whiskey
- 1 oz Frangelico hazelnut liqueur
- 2 dashes orange bitters
- 2 dashes Angostura bitters
- overproof rum and orange peel for garnish
Combine whiskey (for fuzzy warmth), Frangelico (for general nuttiness) and bitters (for the tragedy of existence, &c.) in a rocks glass. Stir. Dip a wide slice of orange zest in overproof rum. Ignite over glass–when you burn your fingers, don’t come crying to me. Drop flaming zest into glass; garnish appropriately–orange peel squirrel tail charred under the broiler, mine.
Procure eye dropper. “And one for my little homie…”
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I am currently developing a mix drink gadget for my company. Can I put this in?
Sure. Any royalties I receive can be directed to the family of the squirrel, to help them through this difficult time.
The allure of combustion. Ignition. Snap. Crackle. Pop.
bitters for the tragedy of existence – hahaha – love it
I’m not sure I’d drink in “remembrance” of that squirrel. It looks like this might be some sort of trend:
“Tony Millar said firefighters told them it was the work of a buck-toothed saboteur that had been gnawing on overhead power lines connected to a transformer directly above the 2006 Toyota Camry.
“The squirrel chewed through the wire, was set on fire, fell down directly to where the car was,” Tony Millar said. “The squirrel, on fire, slid into the engine compartment and blew up the car.
“They’re always coming around here, chewing through the garbage,” he added.”
Hm. If you prefer, substitute sake for the base spirit, Midori melon for the liqueur, lose the Angostura and suspend the flaming orange precariously across the mouth of the glass with a skewer. “The Flaming Toyota.” We will never forget.
I like the sound of this very much, it’s about time someone found a practical use for the squirrel, cute gets tiresome eventually! And if you speak of eating them, well you might as well be a child molester, the sentence would be more lenient.
I did once finish off a rather splendid Italian meal with a Sambuca, the proprietor did the usual flaming coffee bean thing, I picked it up, someone nudged my elbow and before I knew it my hand was on fire – as you can imagine, lots of comedy value.
Phil: Please do recreate and post video-documentation. You’re off the hook about the audio file of the vomiting Timmy noise (in deference to Timmy’s feelings), but if it’s only yourself you’re going to make an ass of, please do. Your public demands it.
Sheila: This is a difficult scene to recreate, I guess to start with you need to be able to picture John Cleese as a composite from various sketches of Monty Python and Fawlty Towers. I’m not a tall person at all and I know that he is but the effect of flaming Sambuca on my hand had something of the flailing around of a John Cleese character.
Of course it all fitted rather beautiful given that we were in a family run Italian restaurant where their command of English was something akin to Manuel…the effect of my flailing seemed to start them mirroring my actions with exclamations in a very thick Italian accent.
Of course they were being so concerned and serious whereas I was in the need of several pantie liners, or the American equivalent…which I guess would be pantie liners.
Phil, perhaps we might rustle up a prosthetic limb in order that you might recreate the scene for us.
Sheila: That sounds perfect…the recreation of the scene would be easy then…no fear of injury…although to be in that close a proximity to an artificial arm would probably induce flashbacks – no don’t push down that road, all I see now is a room of limbs and a canal – NO it’s too late, I’m too drunk, stop it!
Flashbacks-R-Us.
(Damn. At last. After all these years. The name for my archival consultancy.)