Froth Blower Cocktail (p. 39)

AOFB_Ale_FellowThis cocktail, we think, is inspired by the Ancient Order of Froth Blowers, a group of affable British dudes who engaged in boozy hi-jinks in the name of charity. According to Wikipedia, Members received goofy cards that entitled them to “blow froth” off fellow members’ beers and that of non-members, provided they seemed grumpy. This seems like a delightful group of fellows, and we were intrigued by the notion of a frothy beverage. We were fully intending to blow egg white froth at each other.  Here’s the recipe as written: 20170715_165650

  • white of 1 egg
  • 1 teaspoon Grenadine
  • 2 oz. Old Mr. Boston Dry Gin

Shake well with cracked ice and strain into 4 oz. cocktail glass. 

Notes on prep: Chris used our new ice crusher (thanks, Loren!) and doubled the recipe. He made it pretty much exactly as written. Much to our dismay, our froth was pathetic. Nearly nonexistent. No froth blowing would ensue in our household tonight.

Liz’s Take: The froth blower blows. It’s disgusting. It tastes like cough syrup. It has the same sticky consistency of Pediacare, which I used to gag on as a child. I am no longer a child, and this will not alleviate my perpetual ear infection symptoms, so I do not have to force myself to drink it. Chris added some ice, a little extra grenadine, and some lemon. That made it almost palatable. I’m still not going to finish this garbage.

Chris’s Take: The only way to describe this is gin, but thicker. I imagine it’s what Winston from 1984 was calling “victory gin.” Nobody wants that. That being said, I’m guessing the eggs weren’t fresh enough to froth up (thanks, Trader Joe’s), but even if they had, this is still unacceptable. There’s no reason why anyone should ever drink this. If forced to finish it, I might just end up believing that 2+2=5.

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Frothless Froth Blowers

Ratings:

Prep: I’d say easy, but we did it wrong– no froth, see?– so I guess medium?

Ingredient Accessibility: Medium. Gin and eggs? Easy. Grenadine? Less so.

Price: Cheapish, depending on how fancy your eggs are

Taste: Thick and cough syrupy

Final Verdict: This one belongs in the annals of cocktail history. It should stay dead. Chris thinks that if it were a genre of fiction, it would be dystopian literature.

 

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