Now, that looks like a properly spooky drink for this fifth installment of The Thirteen Drinks of Halloween. Brats and ghouls of all kinds would be proud to be seen sipping this monstrosity at any of the more fashionable soirees this holiday season, and they would be right. This trifle of a drink is more fun than I expected. So, won’t you please join me now as we stand and make the Witch’s Brew.
Here we are, howling into day three of The Thirteen Drinks of Halloween and the next step into our exploration of the spirits of the season. So far, we have made a pretty drink that doesn’t work till you make it ugly and an already macabre classic cocktail. Today we are going to go a little deeper with a drink that appears to be one thing and turns out to be quite another. So, won’t you please join me now as we stand and make, the Wolf’s Bite.
It’s Saturday, so we’ve been to the farmers market and we have new goodies. I never know what I am going to make but Saturday’s make it easy, we are drinking whatever the fresh ingredients dictate. Today, we stocked up on purple Cherokee tomatoes to have in bacon sandwiches with fresh sourdough bread and some corn to make elote, which you will see in a drink soon. We also found some wonderful cucumbers for today’s drink. Won’t you join me now as we stand and make Horn of the Bulls.
A couple of weeks ago we made a Midori Sour. I did not care for it. I lamented that I had never enjoyed a Midori forward cocktail and asked for suggestions. Well, I got one. Tonight’s drink came to me in the form of a picture of a worn index card with a hand-written recipe on it, from an unexpected source, my mother-in-law. I mention that this is odd, for two reasons. Although, I have shared wine and the occasional raspberry lambic with her, I do not think of her as a drinker. The second is the name written at the top of the card. So join me as we stand and make, the Leg Spreader.
One of my favorite quotes comes from Oscar Wilde who said ”The secret to life is to appreciate the pleasure of being terribly, terribly deceived.” I love that sentiment. The way it looks for the silver lining in a bad situation. It has also made me laugh during some tough times in life. When everything is falling down around you, to remember Oscar Wilde can be a good thing. He was just overflowing with pithy wisdom, I respect and envy that. I like the way it hinges on the word “appreciate”, not “enjoy”, not “love”, but “appreciate”. I try to approach life with an attitude of openness. I have found that most of the more interesting experiences I have had revolved around me saying yes, especially when I say it with some hesitation. So, when I watched a bartender I normally trust and respect extol the virtues of this oft-maligned drink, I said yes. Luckily, I was able to appreciate the pleasure of the experience. So, join me now as we stand and make, the Midori Sour.