I’d like to think that Gatsby would drink a drink like this, a simple and sophisticated blend of gin, Canton ginger, and lemon and shining like the gold stars above. Mix one up and be so Art Deco out on the floor as you ring in the new 20s tonight.
My devices heard me talking again and offered up a drink recipe in an ad, which I later went searching for and couldn’t find. I made up a drink based on the elusive eavesdropping that is now our modern life. I don’t need you, Internet! Recipe below:
Red Oat Chai
Place ice sphere in a lowball glass and pour 1 1/2 oz. Johnnie Walker Red Label over it. Add 1/2 oz. honey syrup, 1 drop of cinnamon essential oil, and top it off with your favorite oat milk. Stir. Dust with nutmeg and stir again. Cheers!
I’ve been re-watching Mad Men and re-obsessing over Don Draper. In one episode, he (literally) hops over a bar and fixes an Old Fashioned like he could do it in his sleep (and he could). I realized it’s the next drink I needed to make because I need to know my classics if I’m ever going to become a real, live bartender. It’s pretty simple and highly satisfying to make. Here’s the recipe:
small white sugar cube
1/2 an orange slice
maraschino cherry (we used Bada Bing Cherries: no dyes, artificial preservatives, or HFCS)
dash of Angostura bitters
2 oz. rye whiskey
Muddle sugar, orange, and cherry with bitters. Pour in rye, add ice, and stir. Garnish with another cherry, orange slice, or both. Get back to work.
We hosted our buddy Angela’s bday party a couple of weekends ago, and her only request was that I create a signature drink for the night–and could it be hot pink (as long as it tasted good and wasn’t too ‘college girl’)? Since her go-to is vodka and soda, I decided to keep it simple, and with the help of some internet magic, The Angela Cocktail was a great success. I probably made close to 30 drinks, and not one person complained about his/her hot pink glitter-lips. Here’s the recipe:
Rim the glass edge in lemon juice and then edible tinker dust. Shake liquor and lemon juice with ice; strain into glass. Add a smidge of cocktail glitter; stir and witness the magic. Top with club soda and enjoy.
Muddle the berries, mint leaves, lime juice, and sugar in the bottom of a highball or Collins glass until the sugar dissolves and the berries break down. Add rum and stir. Add ice and top with club soda. Stir and garnish as desired. *Straws are helpful with all the mint and fruity bits in this one. Enjoy!
We watched Purple Rain on Monday for The Movie Project, and I knew there had to be a drink out there that was lovely in lavender and just as delicious. I found one of my favorite cocktail recipes and modified it a bit. Let’s call this one “Purple Rain”:
If you possess some of the magic that is edible glitter, garnish your glass rim with it. Add the remaining ingredients to a shaker and fill with ice. Shake, and strain into a small martini glass. Put on your raspberry beret and enjoy!
We celebrated the past taco-eating holiday a little later in the week with a couple of friends. I found the perfect margarita recipe from Garden & Gun, and substituted strawberry juice (and then blood orange juice) for the lime to customize. Here is the recipe:
¾ oz. Lime juice (or whatever kind of juice you’d like)
½ oz. Simple syrup* (1 part sugar, 1 part water) — (*we used a little less here)
½ oz. Cointreau
If using, coat the rim of a rocks glass with salt. Fill the glass with ice and set aside. Add the remaining ingredients to a shaker and fill with ice. Shake, and strain into the prepared glass. Garnish with a lime wedge if desired.
I created this drink last Thursday, in honor of my aunt’s birthday on 4/11. When I lived in Wisconsin with her and my uncle, we worked hard all day and played hard after, and we loved creating drinks and naming them (like my uncle Tim’s vodka and cran-raspberry mix, which Wendy and I named the ‘Mr. Barbie’). So to celebrate my aunt, here is a springy drink recipe:
It’s been springy down here in SC for a few weeks now, and the pink trees started blooming mid-February. We just hit the six-month mark of Southern Living, and I didn’t miss winter for second. It was like we had a fall, a real fall, that graciously extended into an early spring. There is yellow pine pollen everywhere, leaving lemon chalk lines along the road after it rains. I found a drink at Boulder Locavore to embody this specific rite of spring, but I think I’ll change the name a little to make it work for the region: