Drink with caution! Remember, it didn't end well for Hemingway.
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Stories of Hemingway have permeated my various studies in art history, movies and literature, but I must admit I still have never read anything by him. Not by design, as I consider myself fairly well read, but his actual writing just never passed across my path. I know most American middle schoolers read “The Old Man and the Sea”, but I must have skipped that class. However, despite having never read him, his legacy and influence as a cultural figure has been impossible to escape. Everyone knows him as the mythic hard drinking macho writer shooting wild game and chasing women all over the world. So naturally, his eponymous cocktail should have those same qualities. What’s surprising about the Hemingway Daiquiri is it’s sweetness. What attracted me to this recipe was the blend of grapefruit and rum and the visions of a sweltering hotel bar in post-war Havana. What I didn’t plan on was the massive hangover that followed. Please note: this is a dangerous cocktail that can creep up on you, so don’t plan on getting up early the next day to drive anywhere. And the “real” Hemingway Daiquiri, called the “Papa Doble” is just out of bounds for most mortals. You don’t want to go down that road, trust me. Play it safe and stick with the standard tourist recipe:
2 oz. white rum
¾ oz. fresh squeezed grapefruit juice
½ oz. fresh squeezed lime juice
¼ oz. Luxardo Maraschino Liqueur
1 teaspoon sugar
Combine in shaker with ice, shake, strain into coupe of shaved or crushed ice.
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