Are we through yet?
I’m sorry about my lack of enthusiasm, but as I’ve mentioned it’s the busiest time of the year. This third race of the Triple Crown is the longest even though it doesn’t get the hype or coverage the other two do and usually serves as a reminder that we aren’t going to have a Triple Crown winner, not that it’s important.
For one thing Thoroughbred race horses are as ridiculously inbred as any Hillbilly, Hapsburg, or Versailles Villager (yes, I’m talking about you Luke Russert). For another it’s just stupid to judge them on the basis of 3 races when they are a mere 3 years old.
But we’ve indulged in Bullfighting and Bear Baiting for thousands of years and cock and dog fights are still popular with a certain sadistic mindset. Horse racing, as cruel as it is, isn’t necessarily harmful to the ponies or those that watch them. It is a spectacular display of wasted resources by our oligarch upper class.
The Belmont Stakes are perhaps the most democratic of the Triple Crown Races even though it is held in Queens. Indications of that are they can’t settle on a song or a drink. The song has ranged from Sidewalks of New York, a charming Tin Pan Alley tune better known as East Side, West Side, to the Theme from New York, New York (as performed by Frank Sinatra and appropriated as the Yankees anthem and not the original Liza Minelli rendition), to 2010’s Empire State of Mind by Jay-Z (I can’t believe that will last for long).
Likewise the drink has changed from the absolutely un-potable White Carnation to the refined trashcan punch that is the Belmont Breeze.
I suggest instead the classic Cosmopolitan.
Fill a cocktail shaker with ice. Add the vodka, Cointreau, and cranberry and lime juices. Cover and shake vigorously to combine and chill. Strain the cosmopolitan into a chilled martini glass. Twist the orange zest over the drink and serve.
Note: The drink can also be stirred in a pitcher.
In my club, we used to call this a Woo-Woo and there are 2 things to remember about it. First, you can never have enough ice. Second, no toast is too long.
May the camels of your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grand children be numerous and healthy.