Sunday, October 19, 2008


~ Leland & Historic Fishtown

~ This popular drink from THE COVE in Leland might not suit everyone's taste but, nonetheless, 'World Famous' (recipe found in MIDWEST LIVING)

3 tablespoons lime or lemon juice (1-1/2 ounces)
1 teaspoon prepared or grated fresh horseradish
1/8 teaspoon celery seeds
1 cup tomato juice, chilled (8 ounces)
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1/4 to 1/2 teaspoon bottled hot pepper sauce
Dash kosher salt
Dash freshly ground black pepper
3/4 cup vodka, chilled in the freezer (6 ounces)
Ice cubes
2 6-ounce whole smoked chubs, trout, or whitefish
2 kosher dill pickles or cucumber spears
4 large pimento-stuffed green olives
  • For mix: In a small pitcher or 2-cup glass measure, combine lime juice, horseradish, and celery seeds. Mash the mixture with the end of a wooden spoon to blend and break up the celery seeds. Pour in the tomato juice, Worcestershire sauce, hot sauce, salt and black pepper. Stir everything together to combine.
  • Divide the vodka between 2 tall, chilled glasses filled with ice. Fill the glasses with the tomato juice mixture; stir. Add smoked chubs and kosher dill spears to glasses. For each serving, thread 2 olives on a cocktail pick. Place each across the rim of each glass and serve. Makes 2 (about 10-ounce) servings.


garden girl said...

Such a gorgeous place to visit Joey.

Um. . . about that cocktail. . . eeeoowww!

joey said...

Love Leland, Garden Girl. I must admit, I'm a wimp and ordered mine minus the chub unlike the other 3 brave souls with me!

Brenda Pruitt said...

I love those photos! You seem to find the grandest places. Don't think I want that drink, however!

joey said...

Thanks Brenda ... these lovely spots are all linked close together in this wonderous area. As we know, tastes run wild and why I thought it would be a fun post!

JGH said...

And I thought green beans in bloody marys were adventurous!

Quaint is right! I love poking around old marinas and fishing villages.

joey said...

You would love Leland, JGH, right up your alley! Count me out for the Chubby Mary! I actually prefer Clamato rather than tomato juice (spiced with dill, freshly ground cracked pepper, splashes of Tabasco & Worcestershire and lots of freshly squeezded lime).

Anonymous said...

Hi Joey,
I'm in the minority I guess. I have had a Chubby the liked it. But, I, like you love loads of lime, can't have enough.

Your pear salad was a great hit this weekend, thanks for the recipe. I served it with a warm butternut squash bisque.

Colors up north were a bit disappointing, but had a wonderful time with my sisters. Lots of laughs, discussed ALL the world's problems (and of course we had the solutions) and loved being together.

joey said...

Dear Ann ... I knew you were a gutsy gal! Thought of you many times over the weekend especially since we were trapped home with electrical issues (loosing power and having corroded underground wires replaced).

Heard the color was so-so ~ guess high winds blew off many leaves. Glad you enjoyed the salad ~ time with sisters is the best! Hopefully, we'll make it up this weekend since one sister is heading back to her other home in Florida for winter :(

Marysol said...

Oh waiter, there's a fish in my drink! ;-Þ

Joey, just when I thought I'd seen it all, you hit me with a Chubby Mary. But that's okay, I still love you.

joey said...

Not for everyone's taste, dear Marysol but ... hum ... thought you might be a bit more advenurous than whimpy me ;)

Monica the Garden Faerie said...

Bloody Mary is my favorite mixed drink, and I can see how the fish (mmm, salty! mmmm, smoky!) would add to the flavor. But but but... is it just an alternative to a stirring stick (instead of ghastly celery) or are you supposed to (gulp) actually eat it? If the former, I'd give it a go. if the latter, um, well, I'd need it chopped more finely, by which time it would be chubby Mary soup. Huh, now that does sound good!
~ Monica

joey said...

You're a brave gal, Monica ~ all present finished the drink and sucked the chub bones dry. I'm not a fan of smoked fish, perhaps because I grew up on a bay and the smell of smokehouse fish permeated not only the village but many of my classmates as well!