Blabbermouth soup

 Blabbermouth soup



“The martini is the supreme American gift to world culture.”
― Bernard De Voto

    The power of the martini has been discussed here before and while they caused plenty of grief around the Creason household they had a nickname loved by those circling the Greg Sheehy orbit. The instant and potent effect of the drink made with all parts alcohol often causes mirth and tomfoolery.  Sometimes just the opposite. This gin and vermouth concoction was desctribed as "Blabbermouth Soup" by Greggo who made a powerhouse version when he manned the bar. I do not know who invented the name but it totally fits because the cocktail has a tongue loosening effect that leads to booze induced loqaciousness. Sometimes the "tini" might stun a drnker into silence and occasionally more than one might be a soporific. Certainly our hero learned from one of the grand martini admirers who happened to be his godfather. Olives were just window dressing and mostly ignored by the real pros. Life just becomes shiny and bright after a martini or two. Case in point; a visit by the boat Little Bear along the shore of Squam lake to the  Heraghty domicile one Bone Summer day where an H daughter was hosting a traditional cocktail party. Dear Marj Swett, a Lissy comadre was in camp and was always ready for fun. Greg took to the bar and returned with a big blabbermouth soup that he handed to the lady. The Heraghtys are no strangers to alcoholic beverages and laughter plus conversation filled the balmy air. I would guess that poor Marjorie drank rather than sipped and misjudged the volume of mixologist Sheehy's portion. While hors d'oevres circulated, ice cubes tinkled and corks popped on the shores of Squam Marj was forced to take a lay-down. There is a difference between this and a carry out which is something that had been seen in Heraghty parties before. Marge was sent to bed without dinner but revived sufficiently to play a fine game of charades the following evening. Godfather was proud of his pupil I am sure.





“Heart full of youth, heart full of truth, Six parts of gin to one part vermouth” 

Tom Lehrer



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