It may be four years until her 18th birthday, but her understandable fascination with rules about what she is and isn’t allowed to consume has meant that this topic occasionally comes up.
“You can have a drink on your 18th birthday, sweetheart,” I told her, during the latest discussion. “But you must remember that alcohol has a lot of calories, so you can’t drink it all the time once you’re 18. It’ll be a treat.”
She nodded, sagely.
“What are you going to choose for your drink, then?” I asked, expecting her to say “beer” or “a glass of wine”. She didn’t. Her answer was a little more left-field.
“When I’m 18 I’m going to have a Bloody Mary.”
I laughed, then choked as I managed to suck some tea up my nose. But she wasn’t finished.
“And a Black Death.”
“Er.. .I’m not sure I’m familiar with Black Death,” I replied, trying to remember where I’d heard the name before.
“Oh, it’s a very spicy chilli beer. It’s too hot for you, Mum.”
So there you have it: vodka and tomato juice with Worcestershire and tabasco sauces; and a chilli-laced chaser. Strictly hardcore, my daughter.
Song is Goldblade - Strictly Hardcore
I would, at this juncture, like to point out that Bloody Marys and Black Deaths do not usually figure highly in our family’s alcohol intake. These are drinks that our daughter has seen us have only once, ever, I believe. Little did I realise they were being logged in her database for future reference. It could have been worse, I suppose. There was that one time I had a Long Slow Comfortable Screw Against The Wall...