Blue Long Island Recipe Novels & Stories

He glanced at me and raised an eyebrow slightly. “What is that?” I asked impatiently. “Blue Hawaii, sweet and sour mix with blue coraçao.” He poured the cocktail juice into a long glass and applied some pineapple chunks and cherries along with the mini umbrella. He laid it down in front of me with a slight smile on his face. My back immediately straightened because of the kind of smile he gave me. “Thank you.” I was about to sip on the juice when he spoke again. “Please, bring this to table six,” he ordered.

The light danced off each surface with tantalizing brilliance. “The blue liquor,” he continued, “is a sort of sweet mulled wine out of the Hegemony. I don’t know what’s in it, exactly. It’s supposed to be a secret. Also pretty damned expensive.” He grabbed the bottle of the lavender liquor, and poured himself a shot. His cheeks reddened slightly as the drink’s intoxicants swept through him. “This is the real secret ingredient,” he said. “The lavender stuff is my own concoction. I made it specifically to complement the other two. Without it, they’re great drinks, but hardly life-changing. In my opinion, how I mixed them is the only way to enjoy this drink.”

She sat down. "Sister time," Vespera repeated dryly. "How nostalgic." "I missed you," Elara lied, her eyes bright with a manic energy. "The palace has been so dull without you to... manage things." She reached for a porcelain teapot painted with delicate violets. "I had the kitchen prepare a special blend," Elara said, pouring the steaming liquid into two fragile cups. "It’s a rare import from the Southern Isles. Blue Lotus and... almond." Vespera watched the liquid fill the cup. It was a pale, golden amber.

“Does Nonna Lola have some links to people I should be worried about?” I laugh out loud and shake my head, trying to picture the old, hunched-over figure of Nonna dishing out death threats. “Her son apparently works at Roberto Cavalli and she had it specially made for me, but there’s a story behind it,” pride swells in my chest as he gestures for me to continue. “Every morning of my birthday, Nonna Lola would bake cupcakes and ice them white, with the exception of mine which she would ice my favorite color — blue,” I start, grinning. “The same color as your eyes; the lightest blue I’ve ever seen.”

I take in everything we pass on the way there, carefully assessing anything I may need to know for the future hoping Star is paying attention as well. Ever the gentleman, he helps me out of the car once we reach the restaurant. It’s beautifully built, the dark wood and black brick are accented by tendrils of ivy that climb up the building. The name over the entrance read ‘Blue’ with blue light shining behind each letter so it could be seen in the night like the moon. “Alpha it’s so good to see you,” the young hostess says, “your table is ready and we’ve included our new red wine, I hope you find it highly pleasing.” She smiles with hearts in her eyes. I can’t blame her, he looks like dinner

Humming a song, Lola continued to comb her hair as if nothing had happened. The Salleri family always had a habit of having dinner together. The main color of the dining room was blue, with the dome in a pure, almost baby blue shade, while the walls were dark blue with beige rose deconstruction patterns. The velvet carpet on the ground was also a mix of beige, dark blue, and baby blue squares. Lola followed the servant and sat beside Caesar.

"The basil is supposed to be marinated in olive oil for three hours. The tomatoes must be from San Zanoro, peeled and seeded, then sauteed in butter until almost molten. "These are details that no one aside from myself would know. Are you really claiming you figured all that out on your own?" Lina's lips trembled. She couldn't form any words. Just then, the crowd parted, and Vincenzo walked in. His expression darkened when he saw us facing off, and he hurried to Lina's side. When she saw him, she suddenly reeled backward, almost falling. She would have fallen if he hadn't caught her. "Vincenzo!" Lina's eyes instantly reddened, and her voice caught. "Isabella bullied me. She said I stole her

Helena approaches with the container of bananas cut into three pieces, and Loreta continues, explaining, "This is the ideal stage for the banana in this dish. It needs to have that sap oozing from the peel." Then Helena starts placing the fish fillets inside the pot, while Loreta adds some water, which gives the broth a bluish hue during the cooking process, due to the chemical reaction between the fish, the iron pot, and the banana. Loreta smiles as she sees Helena's admiring gaze at the chemical reaction. She takes some of the blue broth from the pot, making a fish stew with manioc flour, while Helena sprinkles some cilantro and parsley, adding extra flavor to the dish.

I replied taking a sip of my water as checking on Jason through the corner of my eyes. "Sex in the driveway" I choked again on the water. "What?" I asked alarmed. "It's a variation of Sex on the beach. It's a drink don't worry" he gave a mischievous smile. "Oh," I facepalmed inwardly. The bar attendant handed me a bright blue drink just like the deep blue waters in front of me, with a slice of lemon on the drinking glass and ice cubes floating on the top. I took a tiny sip from the straw provided. It is a bit sweet with peach, orange, lemon, and sprite. The soda bubbles give it a lighter feel that makes it refreshing.

Chapter 44: He Is Just Teasing You Baron Jasper came back about ten minutes later, holding a tray with two long cocktail glasses and a plate of crackers that he laid on the coffee table between us. The color of the cocktails is a beautiful light-blue which can only imply Curacao. “This is one of my favorite cocktails.” He said shyly. “I know it is not what you usually drink but can you give it a try? If you don't like it, I will get you your drink.”