Rather than say anything else in introduction for this “drink,” I instead show you the following video, which just about sums up my feelings right now.
Apparently there’s been some research in Japan on using egg whites to catalyze the production of hydrogen, minimizing the amount of energy needed to do so. Which is important, because right now it often takes more fossil fuels to create hydrogen than driving a car running on hydrogen actually saves. If you don’t read the article, at least skip down to the last paragraph, which is great.
218. Sherry and Egg
(Use small bar glass.)
- 1 Egg.
- 2 oz. of sherry.
BN: It just tasted like sherry and then it was like there was a slug in my mouth so I stopped. I think it’s an 1800s shooter. Then again, there are no actual preparation instructions, so maybe it’s supposed to be all mixed together? I was basing this off of another recipe I found online and unfortunately I think I did it correctly. This was horrible.
PiC: I feel like it’s medicine or something. Nobody is drinking that for fun.
6 thoughts on “218. Sherry and Egg”
It is proferred by the villain in the movie Dark Waters to the main character played by Merle Oberon to cure her nerves after she suffers from a nerve disorder after being torpedoed in a ship where she saw her parents die. Didn’t work.
I saw this on a western I was watching with my mom. The bartender who made it shook it till it was all mixed together.
This is amazing! Really appreciate the info – I’ll have to try it this way next time.
In P.G. Wodeouse’s story “Jeeves in the Springtime,” Bingo drinks “an egg beaten up in sherry” to sooth his “clergyman’s throat” cause by reading aloud to his uncle. I therefore conclude 1. the egg is meant to be mixed in the sherry, not left whole; and 2. the drink was supposed to be medicinal.
My parents always tried to get to me read the Jeeves and Wooster stories – now I know why! Will give it a shot. Thank you!
My favorite Wodehouse quote is from, I think, “The Rummy Affair of Old Biffy”:
“A planter, apparently, does not consider he has had a drink unless it contains at least seven ingredients, and I’m not saying, mind you, that he isn’t right. The man behind the bar told us the things were called Green Swizzles; and, if ever I marry and have a son, Green Swizzle Wooster is the name that will go down on the register, in memory of the day his father’s life was saved at Wembley.”
I’ve been trying to recreate the drink, but sources vary.