I recognize that no one gives a damn what I am drinking today. Suffice it to say there are much bigger things going on with a lot of things for folks to process as they celebrate or mourn the results of this momentous and record breaking election, so as brevity is the soul of wit, I shall be brief, as we stand and make the Fog Cutter.
Yesterday, my friend, Bob celebrated a birthday, so I figured I’d make a cocktail in his honor using a very special bottle we acquired together. About eight years ago, I had the great pleasure of joining Bob, Michael and Melinda on a grand adventure to the rainforests of Brazil to talk to a man about an A.P. E. Along the way we made a side trip to Lima, Peru which yielded its own adventures and this excellent leather covered bottle of Pisco. Many people pretend to enjoy drinking Pisco straight, as a right of passage. I’m fairly confident in the amount of hair on my chest so I prefer the actual best use, the Pisco Sour.