When my son was nine or ten, he discovered James Bond and was desperate to see the latest film. I, as the parent who was still hoping that Disney films would suit his fancy, suggested that he be introduced to Bond the right way by starting with the original, Sean Connery. In the back of my head I was hoping the older films might just be a little more tame, a little more suitable for a pre-teen. That, it turns out, was wishful thinking. But once we viewed Dr. No, there was no turning back. My son was destined, at the ripe old age of ten, to understand the finer points of making a martini a la Bond -- shaken not stirred. Little did I know that my son would be led astray on the finer points of making a martini because only drinks containing citris should be shaken. The martini, a spirits-only brew, should technically be stirred. Sorry 007. Now my sister, purveyor of all fine things, helped me learn (by accident I believe) that there are two ways to shake a drin...