I had drained a can of peaches for said cobbler, but for some reason reserved the juice. It lurked on the counter in a measuring cup.
Upon realizing the need for a cocktail, and then realizing my lack of ingredients aside from vodka, the peach juice glittered on my horizon. Then I remembered a semi-expired jug of ginger juice in the fridge. The three met in my cocktail shaker, did a little dance, and Bam! The Ginger Peach Martini arrived in my glass.
The rest, is history...
Mmm. It is just what I fancy right now!
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