“Grapefruit juice be damned. Talk not that lingo to me. Dost see that leg?—I’ll take that leg away from thy stern, if ever thou talkest of grapefruit juice to me again. Grapefruit juice indeed! I suppose now ye feel considerable proud of having drunk that grapefruit juice.”
The recipe for the Faulkner-inspired drink makes our head hurt.
3 ounces vodka
6 ounces fresh squeezed grapefruit juice
salt to rim glass
Not only will you feel as though the salt spray is hitting your face with every sip, but you can rest assured that your reading will not be interrupted by bouts of scurvy. And that’s very important for long sea voyages, you know.
I know what I’m doing this weekend.