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barinacraft · 4 years ago

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Cocktail & Drink Names That Start With ‘B’

Index of Drinks by starting letter → A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Alphabetical List of Drinks Beginning with Letter ‘B’

- B -

Ball Diamond Fizz

gin, superfine sugar or simple syrup, lemon juice, champagne

Bamboo

dry sherry, dry vermouth, orange bitters, aromatic bitters, lemon twist

Barbara

vodka, white creme de cacao chocolate liqueur, cream or half & half

Barbary Coast No. 1 (a wink & a nod to Prohibition)

Holland Dry gin (non-alcoholic), cherry brandy flavor, lemon juice, grenadine (non-alcoholic)

Barbary Coast No. 2

gin, Scotch whisky, creme de cacao chocolate liqueur, cream

Bat Bite

dark rum, raspberry liqueur, cranberry juice

Bee's Kiss

rum, honey, cream

Bellini

Prosecco Italian sparkling wine, peach puree, peach wedge

Belmont Park

rum, fresh whole egg, powdered sugar, port wine

Bengal Tiger Cocktail

brandy, cherry liqueur, orange liqueur, pineapple juice

Bengal Tiger Shooter

gin or vodka, orange juice, red hot sauce

Between The Sheets

rum, brandy, orange liqueur, lemon juice

Black And Gold Martini

black vodka, Goldschlager gold flaked cinnamon schnapps liqueur

Black Gold Cocktails, Drinks and Shots

10+ recipes and counting

Black Pumpkin Mold

orange or tangerine juice, black vodka, ambergris shavings, orange slice

Black Russian

vodka, coffee liqueur

Black Velvet

dark stout beer, brut champagne

Blackthorn

Irish whisky, dry vermouth, aromatic bitters, orange peel or twist

Block And Fall

brandy, orange liqueur, apple brandy, absinthe

Blood And Sand

Scotch whisky, cherry brandy, sweet vermouth, orange juice, orange peel or slice and/or maraschino or brandied cherry

Blood Orange Mojito

light rum, blood orange juice, simple syrup, lime juice, sparkling water or club soda, mint sprigs

Bloody BLT

bacon infused Flor de Caña rum, tomato juice, Worcestershire sauce, celery salt, black pepper, lemon juice, horseradish, cilantro leaves

Bloody Bone Marrow*

vodka, beef broth, tomato juice in a calcium colored cup

Bloody Brain

vodka, lime juice, cream liqueur, grenadine

Bloody Mary

vodka, tomato juice, lemon juice, Worcestershire sauce, hot sauce, celery stalk, pickle spear

Bobby Jones Cocktail

brandy, dark creme de cacao chocolate bean liqueur, grenadine, lemon juice

Bone Marrow Shot*

vodka, beef bouillon broth, Worcestershire sauce in a bone white shotglass

Borden Chase

Scotch whisky, Italian vermouth, pastis anise flavored spirit, orange bitters

Bosom Caresser Cocktail

brandy, curacao, grenadine, egg yolk

Boston Cooler

rum, lemon juice, sugar, club soda, optional brandy - or - ginger ale & sarsaparilla

Boston Sidecar

rum, brandy, orange liqueur, lemon juice

Brandy Alexander

brandy, dark creme de cacao, cream, nutmeg

Brandy Toddy

brandy, water, sugar, boiling water

British Bulldog

butterscotch schnapps, coffee liqueur, vodka, half cream, maraschino cherry

Broadway Cocktails

a list of drinks named after Broadway plays, performers and producers

Broken Down Golf Cart

almond liqueur, melon liqueur, lime juice

Bronx

gin, French vermouth, Italian vermouth, angostura bitters, orange peel

Bronx - Former IBA

gin, French vermouth, Italian vermouth, orange juice, orange twist

Brown Cocktail

gin, light or dark rum, dry vermouth

Brown Derby

bourbon whiskey, honey, grapefruit juice

Brown Derby Drink #2

dark rum, lime juice, maple syrup

Brown Russian

vodka, coffee liqueur, ginger ale

Brown University

bourbon whiskey, dry vermouth, orange bitters

Brutus Buckeye

Scotch whisky, chestnut liqueur

Bubble Tea

tapioca pearls, black tea, milk, sugar

Buck's Fizz

orange juice, Champagne, orange twist

Buffalo

whiskey, seltzer or mineral water, lemon juice

Bulldog Cocktail

cherry brandy, gin, lime juice, slice of lime

Bulldog Highball

gin, orange juice, ginger ale

Bumbo

rum, water, brown sugar, nutmeg

Butchertown

rye whiskey, sherry, Grand Marnier orange liqueur, orange bitters

Note: This compilation is a continuously updated list of mostly mixed drinks and cocktails that begin with the letter 'b' plus their recipe ingredients. However, this directory, in general, also includes a range of other beverages as well. Blue is the color of the alphabet used in the capital letter of the illuminated initial ‘B’ for this drinks index subcategory header image shown above.

* - indicates original drink recipes created by Barina Craft.

#Cocktails #drinks #Punch #Shots #mocktail

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wine-porn · 5 years ago

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Dark sherry amber. Bulbous, cidery nose lacking too much normal white wine fruit nuances, but instead heading round and fermented with deep rusty super-ripe white fruit, squeezed orange halves left in the compost bin, a tahini-esque sort of nutty and lots of warm tropical. Bitter calm in the mouth. Grippy and acidic, a sort of aged-oxidized white-wine spine forming the core and branching off into both lofty Rainer cherry and harvest gold raspberry. A full muffin-top creates a hands-on mid-section, stopping shy of spare tire. Finishes sharp and brittle, with the raspiness stroking and caressing the drunk fruit. I don't know what the variety/ies is/are here, sourced from the original SBC (loyal readers know I'm a big fan) and once again these boys have made a wine not conforming to anyone's molds and creating another fresh, inexpensive, fun glass to consider, make one think, and enjoy. 2019 @deuxpunx 'Piantagrane Arancione' CH/Falanghina/GB San Benito Co. California 13.5 #libbeyglass (at San Benito County, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_bXo65HYJe/?igshid=1locg41c4nkl3

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chefadriano · 8 years ago

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CAKE FRUYT to 'AMERICANA>

ingredienti e dosi per 6 persone> 225 gr. raisins, 225 gr. butter., 225 gr. flour, 225 gr. cane sugar, 225 gr. walnuts, 225 gr. pitted dates, 225 gr. pitted prunes, 225 gr. red and green candied cherries, 3 tablespoons lemon juice, 4 eggs, 5 cl. orange juice, grated peel an orange and a lemon 1 \ 2 frac12; tablespoon ground cinnamon, 1 \ 2 tablespoon ginger, 0.5 cl. rum, 0.5 cl. sherry>

FATE COSI - do this>

Put the raisins in water bath to revive him, let them soak for about half an hour, then drain them. Work the sugar with the softened butter at room temperature until the mixture is frothy. , Add 1 egg at a time and continue stirring. Stir in the flour and the lemon juice and orange. Join the candied fruit, spices and dried fruit, while continuing to stir.Take a rectangular mold and line with parchment paper and then pour the mixture well blended and place in preheated oven at 190 ° C for about an hour and a half. Ten minutes before the end of cooking, cover with a sheet of baking paper. While they stop cooking mix the rum and sherry, pull out the fruit cake and pour the liquor, then let it cool. Turn out the dessert, remove the baking paper. Take imbevetela gauze and a little sherry and rum with this wrap the fruit cake. Without this wrap still in the foil and place in refrigerator for a month. After a month you can serve. The sweet is that you can keep in the refrigerator 7 or 8 months. To keep it soft always keep it in gauze soaked in warm rum and sherry. +++++++++++++++++++++ 2 RECIPE ++++++++++++++++ Torta al cioccolato con le noci .

ingredienti > 500 gr di castagne , 180 gr di zucchero , 100 gr di farina , 110 gr di burro , 1 bustina di lievito per dolci , 100 gr di gherigli di noce , 2 cucchiai di rum , 100 gr di cioccolato fondente grattuggiato , 4 uova , 100 gr di cioccolato bianco , sale _

method:

incidete le castagne e fatele cuocere , coperte in abbondante acqua bollente , scolatele , privatele della buccia e della pellicina e riducetele in crema nel mixer , poi separate i tuorli dagli albumi , battete i tuorli con lo zucchero per renderli spumosi , incorporate 100 gr di burro morbido e sbattete fino a ottenete un composto cremoso , poi unite la farina , il rum , il lievito , la crema di castagne , il cioccolato e le noci tritate , a parte incorporate gli albumi a neve con poco sale fino , foderate uno stampo rettangolare di circa 22x30 cm con la carta da forno imburrata , versate il composto e cuocete in forno a 180 gradi per 40 minuti , sfornatelo , fatelo raffreddare e tagliatelo a vostro piacere , infine tritate il cioccolato bianco e scioglietelo a bagno-maria , decorate la torta con fili di cioccolato fatto scendere da un sacco a posh con una bocchetta sottile _

#CAKE #FRUIT #TO #AMERICA

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iqvts · 6 years ago

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mooncookee · 6 years ago

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QUIVER

You see the soul drips low down where the dirt holds and lip licks upside trees and rubs it's scent up in the leaves so every bee passin' flags its tale. In frets and waggles, tails a kites lets or a dragonfly drags, they sing out in trails of Halle-lu-jah stretches up, up to heaven' but the land; sees it. Land, it never forgets. No, see? The land never forgets.

It breathes in frequencies sometimes only wolves can bear. Now and then a cat or two might howl but hounds, they just too house broke, cozy, may a' bit too lazy for caring. Some ground just stares; some rumbles like mountain claws strummin' on drum skins. Some been rubbed too much.

I'm told it growls like that at Shiloh and Antietam, And Vietnam's a locomotive hauling coal down where they stokin' Hell. So they tell. Well it's that kinda hum across the tracks as Quiver Lane backs up to Bayou Self.

Once it crossed there but Betsy or Audrey washed it out; maybe was a hurricane

way 'fore storms got names. No one cared to build it back or cared not to. True that.

When Emmalite Petit came to name it Quivers for the way the silver willows shiver in the silver light of night everything changed.

Tragedy and Misery, ain't they so the loudest, overstaying cousins? And seems we never see the sunshine when they visit. Poor Lita (her prayer given greeting) lived beneath a concrete cloud of loud and overstayin' cousins. They raved a regular hoedown, throw-down, hootenanny, fais do do with a neon rainbow and a disco ball. And I mean cousins, uncles et al. Damn Murder, Curser, Fever and Famine fired it up and washed it blue down there with Deluge.

First her Baby, gone. Her Daddy then her ‘nother Baby, husband, husband, baby, Mama; all lost quick as windblown sand.

Some say Curser was first to sup. Before Choctaw pushed the Houmas through, before people were more than The People, angels and demons had drama there. In that, I'm told, can't be a winner. Seems Quiver Lane began to quiver long fore Lil’ Lita came for dinner or every time.

She came like plagues o' Moses. "Note-he-damn-us" speculated they's a Moses lain in every sack of sins.

So said, Lita lived as one or all those "Horsemen," well “Horse-folk,” that head banger gang, jammin' down till the World chokes, spokes broke in sections docking the earth in kinda pocky way clips. Cousin, you catch my crazy pills; lauded Lord seen the Devil’s daughter in a bonnet livin’ as the Mistress of the Quivers. I can't say. Maybe she's the lucky millionth shopper

straggled up, she, falling out the sack; register ding, clang and drawer slip, clap; balloons fell, politicians kissing black beauty baby hexes like bubble blowers whistling.

lucky Medusa, heaving chest, epistles of perdition Panavision in her sweat.

Y’all know evil needs a witness, accepting victims’ just objects, directly. God knows Narcissus always came as the main idea. Ain't nobody plays that sorrow fiddle like him.

Maybe Emmalite's his sister?

Lil' Lita came from Texas by the Sabine Pass. Her folk ran a trawl fleet, had plenty grass for cattle and passe blanc, they say. No verifiable pedigree, a Gypsy privateer, a Mescalita bruja here and here. Clearly an Andalusian heiress in that tree, more than half Moor-ish. She was Venus, trapper by trade so they say.

(II)

Down from Paradis a way the Old Spanish Trail snakes through the Texaco Woods. Inertia notwithstanding, curves are angular where that old road bends by the tracks and bends back a time or four. Man, DAMN, that was one alive drive. No, don't try those moves at Big Bear, no. Ask me how I know?

So, the first knee coming from Paradis, Lita’s mausoleum gloats 'neath an oak grove.

Mère Brigit de Saint Asile, splayed in headstones, snaggle-toothed from the shiny rails, with a ditch mote, a throat bouquet of cattails and poison ivy commanded, a dead man's curve from any poet's axis. A swamp hugged close, old road to tracks that smacked blood wet, stains sustained since skirmishes of Yank incursions shucked, ghost rehearsals from Boutte to Des Allemands.

Older ground, this mound raised by the hand of man, built by bodies gone to mulch, a human humus mushed under hundreds on hundreds of autumn's silts. Floods sipped slippin' the baser stones to tilt in neglect, 'cept lichen love. Yet seldom did molesters linger. Centuries of cypress centurions, elders, priests and voodoiennes spit blasted blasphemous echoes and imminent offenders bent on infecting this umbilical age where souls are directed, selected and nakedly effected and tweaked past sec by the Conscious Constant Conscience Collective till they caress the nexus of perfection. Poor Lita‘s cache was stashed in a crypt like only city seen. Marble Venus reigning supreme over meager crosses, slaves and Cajun tenants, protestants, names scratched unless a body was a veteran.

The black top ridge the bridge to Quiver Lane crossed tracks at are maintained by Santa Fe Railways on the civil side. The bayou banks can't be tamed. To its own travail, alone it wanes. It assimilates, ate by relentless quest of the prevailing Green to digest, jail and swallow every life, not sailing pass a snail's pace past the veil of tales.

Some places birth a craving for belonging. I belong there. I learned to swear there,

was snared by the noose tobacco set. My first drunken crash there after Uncle read me Lovecraft there. I woke wet. We skipped for crawfishing on pretty new spring days, lunch meat and Bunny Bread, that pink mayo pickle spread, four finger bag of weed and a six o’ Dixie. What a day made; laying nets in a knee deep maze up to the first grave. Voo was a swamp "Fred Astaire." I was a true Scooby Doo.

I felt connected. My first love was laid there.

We buried my Colinda in the Mom Brigit's breast. No other love tested more than a genuflecting peasant maid weighing fragrances passed in wake of her Queen's carriage. Stressing, up she peeked, a speck in shadows of divinity. That old road led me out on, a life of asphalt sped, gone, minstrel vagabond so long it's all I ever did since I turned back on this compost heap, love's keep, womb of every torch song.

My class of '81 summoned, thirty-five years running but for them I come. I wonder why, true though, I never could deny our passion. When we took life in shots, chased with pitchers at Tolano’s. We had a world to make.

Me, I just careened from ditch to ditch like it's me buried by the Quivers. No I deliver as I wither juke to honkey tonk, useless bitch of windy whispers. Till I listed, sunk and sprawled, depraved raving “kinda been” kissing the base of my true love’s grave. I bowed my gaze prostrate so to evade her name engraved by chisel. A blitz of banshees pulling train, crumbled by the strain, I crawled scratching three X's by the gate on Lita's marble vault pleading she would put me down, already nothing wasting air, better fare prepared as mushroom food or maybe that's too good.

I should… I would but once I promised not to "should" myself. Still, shame laid lame, gasping breaths between grass roots. I wept. "Why me's" pelted till my ears burned red. I quivered in prayers to who knows who.

"Madame Petit accept my humble suffering as sacrifice. By gluttony, greed and lust, I'm pinned by sin, an empty wraith in waiting, a soulless puppet painted live. I pray my worthless carcass lay a worthy crust to feed the inevitable Green lacing the gates of your Everlasting After.”

Shotguns slam on Heaven's tin walls, clap of Atlas shaking this world off. Tossed by the blast wave reality whiplashed!

Peace of the morning, peace of the dawn, peace of the dusk, trust is cruel quiet.

I wasn't crying anymore, standing more or less, I smelled the musk of Bayou Self.

An ass drawn wagon crossed the bridge carrying six oyster sacks, a six pack of field hands

and six kindling stacks of dried fig twigs. A sickly girl’s grey pony led three chomping keen colts: a big red, an ice white and onyx black sweat gleaming fiery beast. Two tuniced, kilted dudes duked; blue steels, shields whacking, shrieks of deep dread jolts “blue screen” hacked my psyche. Pangs of fresh grief vigorously split me.

A jug of berry sherry beckoned swig. My sweet Colinda, cherry plucker lolled, bent butt against the trestle rail. My first kiss again conjured up in home sewed halter and faded cutoffs

baring all I knew of truth. I sighed. Honey haired, hazel eyed, mine, giggling on the Quivers side. I knew I had died and raced embracing her with no step took, track jumped or cross tie straddled.

My Colinda, swarthy now calico long dress in bonnet, brunette, black eyes, pupils fire.

Love as always a puny liar.

"Allons danser." Lil Lita grabbed me. We two stepped. A death of quiet

only broke by creaking wood and creosote stink.

Come to think, I never two stepped. Pickers never learn to dance. Sixties Cajun kids were forbidden, so I was not blessed to know her French addresses. Fancy me this dead man's chance.

We parleyed and danced and dance.

Bless you; Ma'am Petit you be? Life for me was tired and old. If I’d be so bold

Please bestow me once more to hold my Colinda? Then to dust or mold or as you'd have me.

"Chere," she said. "Colinda's me. No simple peace and death’s not free

Chere, we have scores and prophecies. A thousand first loves you and me span.

I was Lilith to your Adam.

A hundred thousand maids you ruined. Who could ever love as I do? Spun out countless loves found tombs, dead in the womb as I sang lullabies. I brewed my fear beer. Stirred you here

Through waste and wander savoring every maid you plundered. Hate begets a viral Eden. Evil needs no truth to seed. Fear and hunger, pain and greed ripened drips in misery.

Hero here alas you settle, finally, quite a hefty debt. Here you left, Colinda bled, red washed dress on a slave girl grave. Sweating fatherhood for fame let your name escape her blame. At last my final pica’s set my Casanova minstrel, convinced, sorry victim in your head, sped millennia and parried any collar, cross or retiarius’ net.

But see this land, it never forgets. It pressed a bed of want in you that blooms like sumac in the rain. You came. Your only bet was plain. But here the game is mine, you swine

and markers called. You’re out of time. I'd feed a million trillion flies on your flesh and spread your soul like chewy tricks as treats on chilly demon children’s Halloween.

But see, my pride, I got to ride. These fine three anxious steeded knights and I have deals to seal and seals to peel while you here feel the pain of every death since you've eluded me.” She chuckled, eyes blazing licked her lips. “But that too was your dream I guess. You always were my favorite pet and here see, this land don't forget."

(III)

Black is white to where she left me. Agony a soothing choice. Infinity times three;

tormenting claws and jaws forever stripping, split my atoms, sip and spit me. Buckets left to catch my wet screams. Seamless, moving troubadour’s tool ghoul re-jeweled to phantom’s whispering shrill banzai Mojave dry.

Sorry now I'm such a bummer. I'm just a strummer not your savior but if you care for your creator make your peace cause Lita's coming.

https://www.reverbnation.com/dwaynestromain/song/30163760-quiver-rvbntn

#fiction #poetry #ghosts #horror #spoken word

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cooldesserts-blog · 8 years ago

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New Post has been published on http://cooldesserts.net/typical-spanish-desserts-and-jello-recipes/

Typical Spanish Desserts and Jello Recipes

Spanish people often eat cakes and pastries with a cup of coffee for their breakfast, rather than after a meal. They sometimes eat fruit as a dessert but they also have dessert recipes, ranging from simple fruit or dairy based treats to elegant seed pastries or nut pastries.

Many Spanish desserts are quite simple. Examples of famous Spanish desserts include rice pudding, crema catalana, cream-filled sponge rolls, and pears poached in red wine.

A lot of the classic Spanish desserts are made with eggs and milk and these include crema catalana and tocino del cielo, which is a dessert that used to be by Spanish nuns. They sold their desserts to help maintain their convents and they got the egg yolks free from local winemakers who only needed the egg whites to clarify their red wine and sherry.

Regional Spanish Desserts

Each region in Spain has its own desserts, developed over thousands of years. Various cultures from the Arabs to the Romans have introduced their own flavors, which have merged with traditional Spanish ingredients and ideas to make new dishes.

Turron is very famous in Spain and this traditional dessert is of Arabic origin. Turron is a Spanish almond candy and it is especially popular around Christmastime. It comes in many textures and flavors but is made primarily from honey and almonds.

Membrillo – Spanish Jello

Membrillo is a jello-like dessert, which is very popular in Spain and often eaten with sheep milk cheese. It is similar to French quince paste or Mexican guava paste or cactus paste.

Membrillo makes a nice Spanish style dessert for children but for adults it is delicious served with a tangy cheese and perhaps a glass of sherry on the side.

Recipe for Spanish Sangria Jello

This delicious and fluffy jello dessert has only five ingredients and the cherries and walnuts give a fruity, nutty, rich flavor, which helps to make this a satisfyingly rich dessert recipe.

You can use strawberry or raspberry jello instead of cherry jello in the following Spanish dessert recipe if you like. If you do not have sangria, you can make your own by mixing together red wine and lemonade. Add a little brandy or fruit juice to if you want to enhance the taste.

How to Create a Jello Dessert with Sangria

What you will need:

1 can pitted cherries in juice

2 small packs cherry jello

1 cup shelled walnuts, chopped

Whipped cream, to garnish

1 cup sangria

How to make it:

Pour the juice from the can of cherries into a measuring cup and add water if necessary to make it up to two cups. Bring this liquid to a boil in a pan, and then stir in the jello powder, mixing it well until it has dissolved. Take the pan off the heat and add the sangria. Chill until the mixture is thick, and then stir in the nuts and cherries. Pour the sangria jello into a jello mold and chill it overnight. Serve with whipped cream.

#Desserts #Jello #Recipes #Spanish #Typical

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