Find the main ingredients of the Japanese style of whiskey sour at the end of the story.
Michael, the new bartender at the Avenue Couronne 476, stood a freshly mixed cocktail in front of Guy, waiting for Guy to take a sip, a question in his eye.
“Rare. A bit sour. Not an easy drink. What is in it?”
“Give it some time, it needs more sips. I can´t tell you all, it is a secret. Een geheim. Michael used the word from his native Dutch, and then continued in French. “I am taking an online course on drink mixing.”
“Ha!” Guy chuckled. Online cocktail mixing? Funny, right?”
“Not so much. I receive the ingredients to the doorstep, the basics I buy myself. We learn the method, the technique, the process. It opens new senses if you want to know. So, guess, at least one component you must guess.”
“Whiskey.”
“Clever boy. Which kind?”
You want too much there, but true, the second sip is more appealing.”
Michael nodded, “Good. How is your love life, then? I have seen you talking to the two ladies the other day, your German dumpling and Diana. Michael´s voice dropped to a softer tone.”
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Au fur et à mesure que la grossesse de Ute avançait, elle se sentait de plus en plus pulpeuse, tel un fruit qui mûrissait. Guy était fasciné par ses rondeurs mais toujours aveugle devant l’évidence. Parfois, il caressait son ventre nu en plaisantant : « Tu devrais faire un peu de sport, tu ne crois pas? »
