I am a nomad. Nearly always. But on a beautiful Friday late afternoon, there is something very nice and relaxing about sitting on my deck with a ice cold martini. On this day, the stresses of the work week melted away while I read a little and watched Mandela patrol the perimeter. Good to be home. Good to keep FNM routine moving in the right direction.
This was my standard at-home blend with Ketel One and a drop of Lillet–this time garnished with pickled okra instead of an olive.
The Martini Tales 