As per usual, the first month of the year flew by. And what a month it was: full of snowstorm after snowstorm up north and in the Midwest, #myKonMari pictures on Instagram of beautifully-folded drawers and organized closets (did no one do any of the other categories??), and an enormous, happy onslaught of birthday cards and other mailbox surprises from a secret thing Jim did for my 40th birthday this past Sunday. We got to see a dozen relatives and friends in a 12-day whirlwind of houseguests and travelers passing through on their way to warmer climates. Before that, I flew to Indianapolis for a few days to help my uncle with a small organizing project and got to spend time with my aunt and Nanny for a bit, but the main event in Indy was consuming good food and libations. Uncle Chet (or U.C. as I like to call him) enjoys cooking, so we turned on the French cooking station on Pandora while he whipped up a delicious homemade curry and we took turns mixing just about the best, simplest, and strongest gin drink out there: The Bee’s Knees. Here is the recipe:
The Bee’s Knees
- 1 1/2 oz gin (we used Drumshanbo Gunpowder Irish Gin)
- 3/4 oz lemon juice
- 3/4 oz honey syrup*
- lemon slice for garnish
Add ingredients into shaker with ice and shake; strain into small cocktail glass. Garnish with lemon slice. Pinkies up!
*Honey Syrup (makes 8 oz or 240 ml)
- 1 cup (340 g) honey
- 4 oz (120 ml) water
Combine the honey and water in a small saucepan and warm over medium heat until well combined. Let cool and store in a sealed container in the fridge for 1 to 2 months.
For my 40th, my uncle sent me the same shaker set he had, a professional Boston cocktail shaker with every tool you could possibly need and several you didn’t know you had to have. I broke it in to make Bee’s Knees for myself and good friend Kelly who was staying with us last week. This drink tastes like lemon water ice and goes down waaaay more easily. We used a local organic gin (which she promptly renamed ‘NippleTitty’ after just a few sips), organic lemons, and the leftover honey syrup from the last drink we tried. What kind of secret-fantasy-bartender was I before owning these fancy tools? I think I finally feel like a grown-up. Mercy buckets, U.C.! 😉