Why “stirred, not shaken”?
For this we have Ian Flemming to blame who decided to make his famous secret agent hero, James Bond, into a cocktail maverick. Why maverick? Because by insisting “shaken, not stirred” for his martini, Mr. Bond was breaking with cocktail S.O.P. (standard operating procedure). This in turn engendered an entire generation of “maverick” Bond-wannabes, demanding that the shit be shaken out of all their cocktails, whether merited or not. The results, for me as a Manhattan drinker, is that in any but the best cocktail establishments (read: most bars) I must specify that my drink be “stirred, not shaken” lest I receive a frothy diluted version of my beloved libation. I cannot tell you how often a) I get a dirty look for making the request – impugning the skills of whomever is serving me and b) the shaken anyway drink must be returned and replaced.
I also like the title because it works the second way, meaning I am stirred to blog and not shaken by the challenge.