I still want your Martini recipe!!!
The best Martini story I ever heard was told by a old Air Force vetern. He'd just finished his pilot's training and was assigned to the duty of flying cargo planes to the most remote radar outpost in Alaska. The trip took them over thousands of miles of frozen Alaska wilderness. So, he was first sent to a special arctic survival school. Finally, he got to his post. He'd be flying as co-pilot under an older, more experienced guy for the first few trips to learn the route and such. As they boarded the plane, the young fellow observed the senior pilot stash a simple black case behind the seat. He didn't remember anything about any such case in any of the classes or briefings, so he asked the older fellow, "Hey, what's in that case there?"
"Oh," replied the senior pilot, "That's my emergency rescue kit. It contains everything we need to get ourselves found if we crash land out there."
Well, this young guy had just come from arctic survival school and they hadn't tought 'em about any such equipment, certainly not anything that would fit in such a small case. But, the thought about it and came up with the answer, "A miniature radio set, right?"
"Nah. Those things are to unreliable. The impact of the crash'd knock the thing out of kilter."
"Oh, you're right.... A flare gun then."
"Are you kidding? What if it went off in-flight? The idea is to get us found IF when crash, not to make us crash."
"Gee... I didn't think of that. A signal light then?"
"Of course not. We could be a thousand miles from the nearest person. There's no signal light that can be seen that far away."
"Right. Well... then... well... what is it?"
The old fellow reached behind the seat, pulled out the case, opened it up, and withdrew a bottle of gin, a bottle of vermouth, a jar of olives, a bar spoon, a shaker, and two Martini glasses.
"How that gonna help us get found?"
"Simple. If we crash, all I have to do is unpack, start mixing and... don't ask me how, but somehow, from somewhere, someone will appear and say, 'Hey, that's not how you make a Martini. Let me show ya' how.' And, at that point, we're found."