It’s been 10 days since I’ve been able to focus on this journey with food and spirits that I am on. Life happens and sometimes in a big way. Just dropped off my first born, and my favorite sous chef, off at school.
While I am not one to drown my sorrows, I did want to finish perfecting my work with the jalapeño-infused tequila and raspberry. What I had hoped to be a derivative of a margarita has actually turned out to be something quite different.
First off, the ratio of mango juice I used for my mangorita did not work for the raspberry coulis in my cocktail. So I increased the raspberry coulis to 2 ounces instead of the 1 1/2 ounce of mango juice used in the mangorita. Secondly, I swapped the 1/2 ounce of triple sec for a full one ounce of Chambord Black Raspberry liqueur, to help bring out the raspberry taste.
The result is not a margarita but something else that required a different name, something I struggled with for a few days. My first two thoughts — the Fiery Mexican or the Lusty Mexican — perpetuated stereotypes that are not keeping with the spirit of this blog. One of my friends at work suggested naming it for the Spanish word for lust. Unfortunately I do not know what that is, seeing that the topic of lust never came up at family dinners. (I do know the words for virtue and virginity though. Not exactly a selling point for this particular drink.)
I also thought of having a contest to name the drink. But seeing that I may be the only one reading this blog, well let’s just say it would be a long wait.
Then it hit me, The Raspberry Bomb. Bomb has many meanings — fiery bomb, sex bomb or ‘da bomb’ (as in the best). It’s up to the consumer to ascribe meaning to the drink, absolving me (the creator), with any responsibility for defining the drink’s allure.
Who would have thought that you could be PC in naming a drink.
Buen Provecho Amigos 