My, my, my... digging through a box of ephemera we uncovered this gem from the mid 1960s-
Of course, vodka has made a comeback in the past 10 years, with lime-flavored vodka, cherry-flavored vodka, and pistachio-flavored vodka, but somehow this little pamphlet appeals to me more than all the over-priced, over-hyped stuff they are trying to peddle now.
Not that you could actually give a "Vodka Party" today- somebody would hit a tree on the way home and you'd get your rear-end sued off. But let's just take a look at some of the snacks they recommend-
-avacado dip (matches the color of your new fridge)
-broiled anchovies (I actually love anchovies, but nobody is going to want to enter the house after you get done broiling a batch)
-cheese sticks (remember, what's good for Kraft is good for America)
-cheese logs (in case your arteries survived the cheese sticks)
-camembert almond balls (actually, I'd try those. I've never heard of such a thing, but it sounds as if it might be good, especially after a few vodkas).
The pamphlet then roves over toward the more "dramatic" entrees, incliuding "Flaming Dishes". I'm not sure I'd stick around for that performance- the host and hostess have had a half-dozen Moscow Mules, and then attempt to set fire to the turkey...
ouch.
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Gee, this younger generation just doesn't have that spirit of adventure.
with vodka at hand who needs the damn party...too much cleanup.
just hand me the bottle.
When I was in my late teens, I made the mistake of drinking two of the following:
1. Drink half a can of beer
2. Fill the rest of the can with vodka
3. Drink the combo
I suffered the worst hangover of my life from that idiocy. After that, I never wanted to drink anything with vodka in it.
Sounds delicious!
Even better:
Nekkid Vodka Party!
What about the vodka Jell-O shots? C'mon, it was some kind of heresy to have a party in the '60s that didn't include Jell-O molds.
My parents tried to give a party like that during the late 60's or very early 70's. I was pissed because I wanted to see one of the Apollo missions land on the moon and I was being sent to bed early. I vaguely remember hearing something about someone's wife getting drunk and admitting she was having an affair with some guy at the party. That was such a sophisticated and urbane era.
I remember when I was little - going to bed as my parents' parties were getting into full swing and climbing out of bed on my belly and laying on the floor in the doorway of my room and peeking into the living room to watch the fun... life seemed simpler then...
I'd go to that party - just to steal her necklace.
Oh, and have a cheese log on the way out.
There's NOTHING more fun than parties that involve alcohol and fire.
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