Sup’s! gettin’ his girl on today! You heard me. I’m in search of that inner-feminine that makes all men real men. Afterall I just spent a weekend with about 75 lovely ladies at CampBlogaway! I almost felt handsome...

So in honor of these powerful women bloggers I am going to slip into something pink and pretty and a little ticklish. If I had a pink boa, I’d wear it for inspiration.

That’s ‘cuz the girls at LoveFeast Table invited me to invent a cocktail to help get them through the Long Hot Summer (does it get hot in Minnesota??)

Now I know these girls. They have regular posts called Fancy Fridays. These include nothing but photos of pretty, flouncy, girly things. So I am going girly with this cocktail. Extremely girly.

Once I had my assignment I began to search out some illumination for my libation. Perhaps some pretty pink inspiration. But the truth is there is not much pink in my house. I have an old polo shirt that’s pink… but girly it ain’t.

James Bond is a (fictional) man of many talents. I would say that along with "international man of intrigue– and lady killer" we should also consider his talents as a mixologist and poet. Because in the 1953 Ian Flemming novel Casino Royale, Mr. Bond combines both skills to memorable effect.

    "A dry martini," [Bond] said. "One. In a deep champagne goblet."

    "Oui, monsieur."

    "Just a moment. Three measures of Gordon's, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon peel. Got it?"

    "Certainly, monsieur." The barman seemed pleased with the idea.

    "Gosh, that's certainly a drink," said Leiter.

    Bond laughed. "When I'm...er...concentrating," he explained, "I never have more than one drink before dinner. But I do like that one to be large and very strong and very cold and very well-made. I hate small portions of anything, particularly when they taste bad. This drink's my own invention. I'm going to patent it when I can think of a good name."