May 15th, 2011

cap, captain miss america

Two Cocktails and Some Food Porn

Yesterday, I opened a bottle of Berkshire Mountain Distillers’ Ethereal Gin. Anyone who keeps sharp tabs knows how much I love their Greylock, so I was really eager to try this.

I’m not sure how to describe it. Ethereal has one of the most unique flavors I’ve ever tasted in a gin, that I can only explain by likening it to the flavor that you get in your mouth when you’re sitting around a bonfire and you breathe in the scent of burning wood. So, really fascinating and complex and difficult. It’s not something I’m just going to sit around and drink, but mixing it was sneaky because I didn’t want to cover up the burning flavor. I tried it with like seven different things and I’m still not 100% happy with this one but the sorrel is something I’ve never used in a cocktail before and that part worked perfectly.

Ephemera

Ingredients

2 oz Ethereal Gin
1 oz Ramazzotti
3 large sorrel leaves
1/8 oz Zirbenz Stone Pine Liqueur

Instructions
Chiffonade the sorrel leaves.
Add Gin, Ramazzotti and sorrel to a pitcher and muddle.
Coat a cocktail glass with Zirbenz, pour out excess.
Strain drink into glass!

Tonight, we had a dinner party, and on account of having to get the house ready, we just ate sandwiches, although saying “just” when discussing these sandwiches is a bit of an understatement. This is my sandwich:

The is prosciutto, salami and capicola with provolone and arugula and a tiny bit of rosemary olive oil. It was to die for.

Also, yesterday: Do you remember my giant asparagi? Well, this one is giving them a run for their money. Also, I think it is getting a job in the adult film industry:

Oh my word.

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So I like making negronis but usually when we have company and I am like “negronis!” the company is like “gross!” which is sort of devastating because negronis are my go-to drink. This time, everyone but my father said yes to negronis so I was sort of tickled and I got to make a whole pitcher of this:

Blood Orange Negroni

Ingredients
1.5 oz Rogue Pink Spruce Gin
1 oz Campari
.5 oz red vermouth
Juice from 1/2 blood orange
1 blood orange wedge
10 sage leaves

Instructions
Add gin and 9 sage leaves to pitcher and let sit five minutes
Add campari, vermouth, and juice, plus leftover orange pieces, muddle
Strain into glass and garnish with blood orange wedge and one sage leaf

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

cap, captain miss america

Ugh

I woke up at 8 this morning. Apart from being hella early for me, especially on a weekend (I went to sleep around 3ish), I woke up with a raging sore throat. No other symptoms so I'm praying it might be allergies, but I'm sitting here drinking loads of tea with honey. Not that I ever enjoy being sick, but this week is most inconvenient as I'm supposed to be heading out to Denver this weekend to hang out with my godmother's kids at their restaurant, see Paul's new baby, and go to Erin's wedding shower (she does not work at the restaurant). I do not want to be sick! So if I still feel crappy tonight, I will probably just not go to work tomorrow, as it would be better to get this crud over with before the end of the week. I don't have any other symptoms, so I am hoping it's just crazy bad allergies.

One of the guests at our dinner party last night was a girl I'd never met before who is around my age, and it was fun because she came into the kitchen and watched me make cocktails, and then I took her up to see the bees. People either want to see the bees or they want to stay far away from the bees. The rule of thumb is that if you want to stay far away from the bees, you should, because the bees will sense your dislike of them and get defensive. She got about five feet away from the hive, which is pretty good for a first-timer. The bees were winding down their day when we got up there, but then a bunch of them came out to say hello. And she asked what the bees do inside the hive, so I took her in the stable (it's not really a stable, but the building we use as a gardening shed and sugar shack) to show her some spare frames.

It also sounds like we're getting our chickens soon, which is exciting!

Anyway, boo to throat crud. I'm trying to decide whether to go back to sleep or take a shower. Both sound promising.