Which writer do you drink like? Answers revealed!
If you haven't had a chance to take the quiz yet, do it now. Because next up, we're going to find out which famous author you most drink like.
If you hadn't figured it out yet (and Joie de Livre, you're a clever one) each letter represented a different writer who knew their way around an alcoholic beverage or two.
If a majority of your responses were A, you're an Ernest Hemingway kind of drinker. While Hemingway knew his way around plenty of drinks -- and bars -- the world over, the celebrated author of "The Old Man and the Sea" most famously has his own Hemingway Daiquiri. While this rum concoction is not the actual recipe for Hemingway's daiquiri, an inexact one is provided. All I know is, I couldn't drink like Papa Hemingway. Good luck to you Hemingways, although with your hard-living ways, you probably don't need luck from a mortal like me.
Did you answer with a lot of Bs? Then you're the elegant Jane Austen. While there's no evidence Austen spent her days at the bottom of the bottle, it's clear through her writing that she was no innocent. And in "Sense and Sensibility," she makes it clear that the cure for a broken heart is a nice glass of wine -- Constantia wine, to be exact. You can get your own bottle of vin de Constance, a South African dessert wine, at your local wine shop. Add a bit of music and dancing, and Austen would most definitely approve.
Mostly Cs, and you're in luck! Oscar Wilde's favorite liquor, absinthe, was recently legalized in the U.S. "A glass of absinthe is as poetical as anything in the world," he once declared. I myself can't stand the licorice flavor, but if you can get past that, sit back, take in the world, and bring on the razor-sharp wit.
If you found yourself with a lot of Ds, you take after Baltimore's own H.L. Mencken. Mencken was a martini man, who once declared the cocktail "the only American invention as perfect as a sonnet." He wasn't the only writer with a penchant for the gin-soaked drink: E.B. White, Dorothy Parker and F. Scott Fitzgerald were all big fans. Parker's poem to the martini is one of my favorites.
Finally, if you're wondering about Mr. E, it is indeed Edgar Allan Poe. In celebration of Poe's 200th birthday, the University of Virginia has displayed Poe's written apology to his publishers, blaming the mint juleps for his shameful behavior at a New York meeting. Juleps, and the bourbon in them, are no laughing matter, and after just one of them, all is usually right with my world.
Seems to me we have the makings for quite the literary bash, now. As always, drink responsibly, and don't forget a toast to your own favorite writer, whatever their drink might be.
Me? I like mojitos. (There's that Hemingway, again...)
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