Ice rings campanile in the glass, a cool contrast to the warm hues of the potent mixture. The tumbler has captured the colours of sunset, the oranges, the golds and the saffron reds. A glow blooms on my cheeks from the mellow hit of a negroni. The late warmth, a change from the storms of the day before, not helping the flushness. The chinking sound, icy clinks, pierce the silence of the kitchen, keeping me focused as I ready myself for the challenge of tonight’s supper.
Another mini-epic of deliciousness. It tasted good too!