The Bloody Mary was my granny's signature drink. Before she died, when she was in town my father would mark the occasion by mixing up a mean one using entirely pedestrian ingredients like V8, liberal amounts of Tabasco (she lived in the South, so she could handle the heat), fresh black pepper, and a stick of celery. It was tasty enough, especially when enjoyed while chatting on the deck. And yet not until recently did it ever occur to me to order a Bloody Mary... More >>>