I got my nipple ring caught on my overall galluses, other than that it was a good day. Not everything went according to plan. Nothing particularly special happened. It was just good. Funny how the nothing days might be some of the most important. I’m tired but content and sometimes you can’t ask for much more than that. So won’t you join me now as we stand and make The Mystical One.
This drink is a deceptively simple, herbal riff on the classic Whiskey Sour. While working today I was fortunate enough to score some wonderfully fragrant fresh sage which reminded me of this cocktail from the folks at Punch. I’ve anticipated this one for a while so I hope it lives up to expectations.
Grab your tins and pop in 1/2 an ounce of cinnamon simple syrup with 3 washed sage leaves and go to work on them with the muddler. When that’s well done, add 3/4 of an ounce of freshly squeezed lime juice, 2 ounces of bourbon, I chose Four Roses; 2 drops of 18-21 Havana & Hide bitters and an egg white. Add ice and give it a good shake to the beat of Stevie Nicks and “Rhiannon”. When well chilled, strain from one tin to the other and discard the ice before giving it a reverse dry shake, but don’t turn off the Stevie. After 30 seconds or so or however long you feel like dancing around the kitchen, strain into a coupe and garnish with a single fresh sage leaf.
That’s a rock solid drink. I’m shocked at how much difference that sage and cinnamon makes. This is delightfully herbal, with a nice bit of spice. Creamy and rich, just wonderful. A seriously nice and a bit unusual cocktail.
I’m more tired than usual tonight. I spent the day working to reclaim lumber and tin from the old barn we lost to storms a few years ago. I try to avoid proper manual labor as a general policy, but as Captain Hammer says, sometimes “a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.” It’s not that I can’t do it when necessary, I just prefer to use my talents elsewhere. Not sure why today it seemed like a good idea, busted rib and all. I’m right at that point where things feel better enough that you quit taking proper care of yourself. Still I’d put the job off for over a year, so I guess it was about time. The boy and I got a lot done and I can’t wait to debut the finished product, but for now, I’m gonna relax with my drink, feel good about a job well enough partially done and listen to my rib cage complain. Stay safe, stay hydrated and stay sane, my friends.