this mocktail is dedicated to Tina Fey’s superb creation of Liz Lemon and the TV show 30 Rock. here are some extracts from Wikipedia:

‘After a mere glance at her in the pilot, Jack sums up Liz as a “New York third-wave feminist, college-educated, single-and-pretending-to-be-happy-about-it, over-scheduled, undersexed, you buy any magazine that says ‘healthy body image’ on the cover and every two years you take up knitting for… a week”.

She is generally portrayed as something of a geek. So, while she is an apparently skilled writer, she seems to have very few social skills. For example, while she was trying to pick up men at a karaoke bar, a man asked her if the seat next to her was taken, leading her to ask him why she should have to move her coat just so he could sit there.

Liz is often shown to be generally insecure and holds a strong concern for how she is perceived by others. She has frequently been shown to be a stress eater.


Liz and I share a therapist.

Liz does have some knowledge of cooking, though she admits to only using her oven to warm her jeans in the morning.’

I cannot think what she and I can have in common 😉

today’s recipe was prompted by discovering a couple of single tubs of Marshfields Farm Lemon Sorbet in the freezer. I have literally no idea how they arrived there, as that serving size is not at all the sort of thing I buy.

the following is based upon an Olly Smith mocktail recipe here. this is what I did:

  • place single serving of lemon sorbet into a blender goblet. this weighed about 100g.
  • add 150ml of diet lemonade and 60ml of double cream.
  • blend till frothy and serve with a sprig of fresh mint.

this was much more than the sum of its parts – I fully expected it to taste like melted icecream, but the lemonade made the whole thing frothy and light, while the cream added a luxurious contrast to the bite of the lemon. mmmmmm. I served it in an old-fashioned champagne coupe glass, the sort that was reputedly modelled on Marie Antoinette’s breast. there’s a nice myth-busting post about that here, if you’re interested. the writer tested the theory by having a glass made in the form of her own breast, and concluded:

‘But every time I drink from my own very personal coupe, I’ll toast to Marie Antoinette and the rest of the long line of women who were talked about, made into objects, and kept under glass, but never allowed themselves to be reduced to mere vessels.’ 

let’s drink to that!  Prim xx