Pomegranate martinis are red! Very, very red!

Last night my son's girlfriend and I were testing out pomegranate martini recipes when the most hilarious thing happened! Initially, the question was; to add simple syrup or not to add simple syrup? The answer, by the way, is definitely to add simple syrup.

We'd tried little sips of a few variations in an effort to create the perfect signature cocktail for my launch party next weekend. It's going to be an awesome event to celebrate the release of my new book.Irish Kings; Cillian The Leader Check it out!

But anyway... I'm shaking the cocktail shaker with our latest creation while we're laughing about anything ad everything when my son says, "Mom, you're not shaking it hard enough. You have to put some muscle into it.

Now let me preface this next part by saying that he is absolutely not a "girly cocktail" drinker. So, a cocktail shaker is a foreign object to him. Needless to say, I handed it off and tell him to "have at it."

This young man of mine (a former collegiate athlete) wraps his hand around the top of that shaker and proceeds to shake it like he's about to throw dice at a craps table during a winning streak!

Well, you've probably guessed what happened next. The bottom flies off and "red" pomegranate martini explodes all over my entire kitchen! I mean the floor, the white cabinets, the ice maker, the wine cooler, my oatmeal-colored couch, countertops, and bar stools. Everywhere! Red, red, red!

While the shaker is still spinning on the floor, for at least three to five heartbeats, we all stare at this icy red mess in stunned disbelief. Then his girlfriend and I take in the shocked expression on his face, which was priceless by the way, we make eye contact and burst out laughing. As you can imagine, he does not find this funny! At all!

After we catch our breaths, with the dog trying to take a few sips herself, we all clean up this disaster. We're giggling the entire time while he's grumbling under his breath about women and their warped sense of humor. Then he huffs off to the gym.

The end result? We have a fabulous pomegranate martini recipe; the dog got a little tipsy and my son learned a valuable lesson about brains over brawn. (But don't tell him I said so.)

There is never a dull moment in my house. :)