Saturdays with Scott

If I want a margarita, extra dirty martini, or any other cocktail I might be craving, I ask my own mixologist, Scott.

Scott bartended for a number of years and has pretty much nailed even the most obscure of drinks. My own repertoire has expanded because he offers so often to have me try something new and is usually right on the money with whether I will like it.

The top of our fridge (much to my chagrin) is an elephant graveyard of scotch, tequila, vodka, whiskey, and a few special Champagne bottles, relics of celebrations, various dinners, and just a hard day's work.

Cocktail making is one area that I do not even attempt. I have never even used our martini shaker, though I do wash it often, as he fills the role of bartender in the house while I wear the baker's hat and chef's apron. It works out well.