Five gooooals / things
Four legal mic drops
Three critters and an otter
Two names for naming
And a fat guy in a jer-sey
My parents would be so proud to know I’m the resident “expert” on cocktails and gambling (1 of 2 of course) for this here blog, after of course explaining to them what a blog is, unsuccessfully. At first thought this assignment seemed daunting. Yes, it did. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to provide 6 drinks that I, 1) have a good deal of experience making & consuming, 2) that my fellow GTB’rs would definitely enjoy, and 3) that are a fit for the holiday season. That thought lasted as long as most of my others.
Back to parents – good, bad, or indifferent, and probably bad, it was their influence very early on that introduced me to alcohol at large. I’d pour beers as a youngster for them and their cronies. My dad had a bar constructed in our basement when we lived outside of Syracuse. Equipped with draft beer with the kegorator behind a wall and in an entirely different room, every liquor imaginable (with pourer spouts of course), coasters, shakers, strainers, garnishes, and even a nice little cushion that ran the bar’s length so your elbows wouldn’t become sore or bruised. It can happen ya know. It was L-shaped, I’d guess about 12’ on the long side and 4’ on the short. It was lacquered nicely, you could sling a beer from one end to the other with no problem at all. With low ceilings, a nearby couch, recliner and television, it was pretty damn inviting. I’d pour beers at the ripe old age of 11 during Super Bowl parties, post-Sacrament parties, regular no-reason parties, Christmas parties, the occasional Tuesday, you name it.
The first two drinks harken me back to those days. My parents would never have me mix these – far too risky. And what kind of parenting would that be? My mom liked the Old-Fashioned. When I became a little older, ya know, like 15, she’d entrust me with the task. Once my palate further developed, for what I once thought as “yucky” the Old-Fashioned became my friend, that friend you don’t see very often but when you do, you feel good, all warm & fuzzy inside, just like last time you saw each other however long ago that might have been.
In the days of yester yore, it was some crap whisky that I’d be using – Canadian Club for example. No. Please don’t do that. If you’re going to do it do it right.
What I like about the Old Fashioned is its versatility. It works during any part of the year. Over the yule tide log or while watching the Derby - it works.
Buckles - “Hey, what are you guys drinkin?”
I love me a Manhattan during the winter time, ESPECIALLY prior to a nice meal in an obnoxious steakhouse. Yes please.
The Stinger is stingalicious, warming to the core. Build yourself a little fire, put on your favorite slippers, and retire to the couch with your favorite tome and enjoy being you. That's what I'd do.
This one is for the ladies. Speaking of Brandy…
The Brandy Alexander is the quintessential dessert drink. Rather have something fulfilling from a caloric and taste perspective while continuing to fill the bloodstream with alcohol? This is what you want.
The Nose Warmer
Full disclosure. I’ve never made this one and have only consumed it once in a restaurant. Every time I think of this drink I hit myself for not having purchased the goods to make it at home.
-1/2 oz Tia Maria
-1/2 oz Frangelico
-1/2 oz Baileys
-1/2 oz Grand Marnier
This one is for Clare Bear.
-boil water (about 3/4th cup per drink)
-1 slice lemon
-tsp of sugar – or you can use honey or simple syrup – you get the drift
-1 ½ oz or more of Jameson/Bushmill’s/Powers/Paddy/Locke (not of each, just 1)
BOOM – turn that frown upside down. Sooner than later you’ll be back up on the table and making an ass of yourself!
Enjoy, all. And let's be careful out there.