'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

The "Sinonim" counter was beautiful and cohesive so that Mr. Kibushi's character could be seen.

Compared to the bar counter, it is loose because cooking is also carried out in this area.

We have already cleaned up where there would normally be snacks to make and pans of dishes that will be the main part of the day, only slabs, knives, etc are prepared.

I gently put my hands on the pouch with my hips on, and I remember what was in it.

There is no big deal in it, as it was an emergency reserve for today in the first place.

There is a little liqueur in the ingredients I used today, and then there are the three Old varieties. Is that about it?

"You can use whatever you want with the refrigerator."

Where I'm worried, Mr. Kibushi calls me.

"Is that good?

"It's special."

Mr Kibushi says in a slightly pranky voice. I opened the fridge while I was grateful for his permission. It was inspired by our store and bought it.

Inside are drinks that are always served in this store, such as wine and ale. Plus, some fresh food-like stuff.

One of the fruits caught my eye.

"Well, here you go."

What I chose was grapefruit. Yellow and tight, actually, slightly too big for my hands.

Compared to oranges, its fruit juice is bitter and sour. However, its refreshing taste is too sweet in oranges.

I heard the name comes from the fact that the fruits come together as if they were grapes. I do not know if its origins are common in this world either.

Washing the fruit lightly with water and looking around after placing it on the slab, my hand reaches out from the side gently.

"Yes. You were looking for this, weren't you?

"Thank you"

I gratefully received a glass squeezer handed to me by Sosoma.

Squizzer is the one who squeezes grapefruit or something. It has a spiral protrusion in the center that allows you to squeeze the fruit by hand.

While I'm ready, I'll just ask for one more thing, the ingredients I want for this occasion.

"And can I have some salt? I hope the grains are as big as possible."

"If it's salt, there, yeah. The bottle does."

I bowed my head and had a small amount taken to a small plate.

Later, return the ammunition you need from the pouch to the ingredients, and prepare a glass of mouth spreading - a lock glass - to be ready.

"Then let me make it."

"It's still taking a while. I wish I was Yale."

"I'm sorry"

I smiled back at Mr. Oyaji's bitterness and I went into work.

Even so, this cocktail is even simpler.

First, cut the fruit of the grapefruit up and down the torso. The pulp is white. It just looks like a breeze with white lines spreading like rice marks from the center.

Take one of those up and down and remove the central seed first.

When that's done, hold the grapefruit fruit in your right hand and a glass in your left.

The cut surface of the grapefruit is facing upwards and the glass is facing downwards.

Then, gently circle the edge of the glass so that the grapefruit juice is evenly attached, and let the grapefruit meet.

Where it's done, the glass places the grapefruit once while it's intact, and puts a small plate of salt in front of it that was ready.

You don't have to rush him. Carefully approach the glass edge slightly diagonally to the salt.

As it is, turn the glass roughly around two weeks, taking care that the salt does not adhere to the inside of the glass.

And if you put the glass on the workbench, it sticks with salt as beautiful as snow makeup.

It's called Snow Style in Japan. The same process was carried out slightly abbreviated when [Margarita] was previously made.

Snow style, as its name implies, is one of the techniques of cocktails where salt and sugar adhered to the rim of the glass appear to be snowpacked.

In English, we say 'Limed With Salt (or Sugar)', and as it is, it means about salt on the edge.

I was just finishing up my glass of makeup, and I quietly stuffed the ice I had prepared into the glass.

Be careful not to have salt on the inside to avoid salt falling inside the glass and changing the taste of the cocktail due to the impact of these tasks, etc.

The use of a glass with a wide mouth is also to avoid ordinary mistakes such as carelessly touching salt when working.

Once the ice has been worked on, weigh the vodka, "vodka potion", prepared as a base this time, in a major cup - only 10 ml.

I usually put about 40ml in a rock glass, but this time it's special.

Mr. Oyaji's last drink is not for getting drunk.

Once you have finished pouring the vodka, it is the turn of the grapefruit and squeezer that was prepared.

On the spiral projection of the squeezer, press the cross section of the grapefruit and apply force to bring it straight down first. Grapefruit pulp is crushed.

Squeeze enough, around feeling the protrusion reach the skin, grip the fruit not to overexert force, and squeeze more pulp all the way around.

If you squeeze too hard, you should be aware that the bitter taste of the fruit peel will develop.

Pour the fruit juice that you are able to do so, taking care not to hit the glass of salt.

It was a large fruit, so I got about a glass of fruit juice in just half.

At the end of the day, I'll stick a major spoon in the ice crevice and steer it with caution to the salt until the end.

Sooo look at the fit when the liquid in the glass is tame and stop the steer.

Apply just a little liquid to the back of your hand and see the taste lightly.

The alcoholic bitterness is understated by the quantity, but the refreshing sweetness and sourness of the grapefruit.

Although I usually use hand squeezed juice, squeezed fruit juice is delicious.

I was so happy with the way it turned out, I offered Mr. Oyaji that cup.

White salt crystals appear on the edges, and there is also a light yellow liquid underneath.

It's not flashy from the looks of it, but it's quiet and calm.

Making this with pink grapefruit gives it a slightly gorgeous shade, but another story.

"Thank you for waiting. [Salty Dog]."

Mr. Oyaji looks unusual at the glass he gave me.

Speaking of which, the chance for him to get a good look at a snowstyle cocktail, he doesn't.

"Why is this a 'salty dog'?

"Oh. Originally, it's a slang that means something different."

'Salty Dog' originally seemed to mean about 'the soggy one' in the slang giving ship deck men in England.

I guess that's how you praised working in the sea breeze, full of salt. It is a somewhat sarcastic way of calling it, like England.

And the cocktail that hits the predecessor of this cocktail, [Salty Dog Collins], is also an English-born 'gin' based cocktail.

Sounds like a cocktail to shake with 1 tsp of salt in the gin and lime, but that's where it traveled to America, gradually becoming the [Salty Dog] it is now, a vodka base.

"Sometimes I don't know your pussy in the other world."

"I'm sorry about that"

"In the meantime, I'll remember even the sea man cocktail. It's none of my business."

While I resent the fact that there is no England or America in this world, I wait for Mr. Oyaji to move.

But as he looked at me, he was staring at me like he was waiting.

"... you know?

"Hey, hurry up"

"... Ah, yes"

And realizing what Mr. Oyaji's gaze means, I rush to make my share too.

Just got the other half of the grapefruit, so what I made was a [Salty Dog] with no snowstyle.

In short, it is shaped like turning the orange of a [screwdriver] into grapefruit.

In this case, the cocktail changes to the name [Bulldog], [Tailless Dog], or [Grey Hound].

It's tricky, but these three are all referring to the same cocktail. The name I use in the store is [Grey Hound]. The reason is because it's cool.

However, the most significant would be the call [Bulldog].

For the record.

While I was making it, it was only a little funny how Sosoma was lusting for air to read that Kibushi was nodding next door.

"Thank you for waiting"

"I really waited, I want to"

Mr. Oyaji, uh, held the glass in his hand after he roughed his nose.

I raise the glass small from the inside of the counter.

Over the counter, there were eyes on me and Mr. Oyaji. A gaze shifts into a small raised glass of each other.

But I didn't ring that glass.

…………

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Mr. Oyaji doesn't say anything. Close your eyes thinly instead.

So I won't say anything either.

Still, I'm going to realize who he's pointing 'booze' at, like, the last one.

Only in my heart, I put that word on it.

Cup donation. and.