In the words of Mrs. Kasha Davis:
THERE’S ALWAYS TIME FOR A COCKTAIL!
So here we have another cocktail courtesy of whoever did the advertising for Smirnoff in the 1970s.
Here’s the original text for The Sunstroke:
The Sunstroke
(Sometimes less is more)
For a long time we clung to the notion that longer days called for longer drinks. That any suggestion we made for summer ought to be served in a tall glass. The neatness of that logic, we now realize, blinded us to its flaws.
What matters, obviously, is not how long a drink is, but how good. So before you pack up all your stubby little glasses in mothballs, you might want to try a Sunstroke.
To make a Sunstroke, pour 1.5 oz Smirnoff and 3 oz. grapefruit juice into a short glass with ice. Add a little Triple Sec or sugar and stir.
You know how this goes–here’s my take on it:
Cousin Tina and her husband, Carlo, are visiting from “The City.” Like everyone else I know, they basically invited themselves to stay with me. Not only stay with me–spend every single second with me.
I thought I had escaped them when I went to the backyard, but creepy Carlo cornered me. He asked if he could sit with me for one drink. I agreed to ONE DRINK. I was relieved that he brought Sunstrokes—which are a “short” drink and not a “tall” drink. The drink can’t be short enough; I’m going to vomit if he says anything more about the volatility of the market.
To make a Sunstroke, pour 1.5 oz Smirnoff and 3 oz. grapefruit juice into a short glass with ice. Add a little Triple Sec or sugar and ask yourself, WHY AM I SHUCKING AN ENTIRE BUSHEL OF CORN? WHO THE FUCK IS EATING ALL OF THIS CORN?
And another one!
When Al asked me if I wanted to join him on his yacht, I didn’t know his alcoholic sister, Ginny, would be along for the ride. She was already blotto when I climbed aboard. We’ve only been out for an hour or so and I’ve watched Ginny down at least 4 cocktails. She refuses to drink water. Put on sunblock. Or pants.
She’s gonna fall off the boat. Or at least get sunstroke.
To make a Sunstroke, pour 1.5 oz Smirnoff and 3 oz. grapefruit juice into a short glass with ice. Add a little Triple Sec or sugar and stir.
Ginny has now officially lost her pants. She threw them overboard at a passing seagull. Along with one of my shoes. They were brand new shoes.
This was deliciousness! I don’t think it needed the sugar (I used honey because my sugar is up on a tall shelf and I was too lazy to climb up the step ladder to get it). But without the sugar it’s just a plain ‘ol Greyhound. Which is a hop, skip, and a jump from the also tasty Salty Dog!
I think I’m going to enjoy one of these tonight!
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Hilarious commentary! I never read your blog- what fun! Great perspective and creativity.
I can't believe you've never read the blog!
Welcome!
Wow! “Carlo” just gave me serious 70s series’ Kaz (Ron Leibman) / Petrocelli (Barry Newman) flashbacks! With a strong side of Paul Michael Glaser- Starsky & Hutch
As I always, I love your commentary! I especially relate to the claustrophobia of having to spend too much time with family.
I'm really wondering about the original ad copy too, though. Why would I be putting my glasses in mothballs? Glasses are made out of glass, right? Did they have stronger moths in the '70s that could eat anything, and now all we have are wimpy little devolved moths that will only eat fabric? (Now I want to hear grandma tell the story about the time she went on vacation and when she got back, all her glassware had been eaten by moths....)
SO MANY QUESTIONS.
The copy writers were lunatics. I need to do some research in earnest and find out who is responsible for these.
And why isn't Carlo helping to shuck the corn? Lazy SOB! I'll bet those drinks were made with canned grapefruit juice too -- I shudder at the memory of all that tinny bitterness. Your version looks MUCH better!
I used freshly squeezed!
That damn Carlo gives me the heebie jeebies!