The Cape Codder
I have no insecurities about imbibing a cocktail with a pinkish hue. Not if the pink comes from a substantial splash of cranberry juice—the dark red of the juice turning pink when mixing with the spirit of choice: vodka. And especially if that vodka is a gift from our Russian allies. Add a few ice cubes and a slice of lime and after a few sips, any doubts I might have had about my manhood and those stone age stereotypes regarding “girlie” cocktails immediately disappear.
Still, there are times when vodka and cranberry juice taste better than others. And it has nothing to do with the vodka or the juice.
It has to do with where you drink it.
Fried Neck Bones...and some home fries 
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