We were friends for many years, FHP and I, and many holiday parties were well and festively spent together. (Although there are stories out there about people who had too much of a good thing and then woke up with the Abominable Snowman stomping around their heads.)
Wikipedia tells us the root story of my favorite winter punch might just commemorate ladies being allowed into the Schuykill Fishing Club for the first time and that it was concocted to "please the ladies' palate but get them livelier than is their usual wont." Exactly: being a lady I can say that it is indeed both palate-pleasing and lively-making.
Plus, every cocktail should have its own song.
There's a little place just out of town,
Where, if you go to lunch,
They'll make you forget your mother-in-law
With a drink called Fish-House Punch.
4 comments:
That song speaks to me. I must have some of this wondrous libation. But since I am currently alone, a martini will have to do.
THAT is the problem with punch: it's not a solo drink.
And I thought you would relate to the song. MIL.
Yes! MIL all the way. Also? That "martini" turned into 3. Oops! Martini punch.
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