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We went to 80 Thoreau and sat at the bar for date night. The kids were at Red Raven with the sitter. We beat them home, so we got a walk to and from the bank.
I had a Manhattan (put a Manhattan on your cocktail menu and I have a hard time ordering anything else). And then I asked for a Blood and Sand. I knew he had everything, including a PDT with the right recipe in it. He asked which Scotch, which caused me to go, oooh! I get to pick! So I looked over my choices and asked for the Oban. And then, while he was holding the Antica bottle in front of me he said, “I have an idea.” He thought the Amaro Nonino would make a good sub for the Antica, and I had never tried that so, sure! (Yes, he did fresh squeeze the OJ for the drink and he gave me the rest of the juice a little while later to sip, which was very sweet of him.)
The result was excellent; I’d happily make it with the Nonino again. Of course, I’d have to buy a bottle, but like that even slows me down.
Speaking of bottles, I got a phone call from Colonial Liquors saying my special orders were in. This feels so much like the excitement I once got from special ordering books. Clearly, I am degenerate compared to my more innocent, youthful self (I’m really okay with that). I was pretty sure that one bottle was going to be the Tempus Fugit Creme de Cacao (yes, it actually _is_ worth the over $40 you have to pay in Massachusetts); the other one turned out to be Kümmel. Kümmel is super weird — I almost couldn’t bring myself to sip it after smelling it, but I should have realized that was just the same stunt caraway always pulls. It smells like it is going to taste vile, but then actually is quite yummy.
I had a very nice conversation with my friend K. She’s been able to telecommute the last few days, so she has been hanging out with adolescent ducks which is always fun to hear about (and see pictures and video of on FB). Alas, the bald eagles have found the ducks and keep coming by to see if there’s any chance at lunch (or dinner, asa the case may be).
I had a Manhattan (put a Manhattan on your cocktail menu and I have a hard time ordering anything else). And then I asked for a Blood and Sand. I knew he had everything, including a PDT with the right recipe in it. He asked which Scotch, which caused me to go, oooh! I get to pick! So I looked over my choices and asked for the Oban. And then, while he was holding the Antica bottle in front of me he said, “I have an idea.” He thought the Amaro Nonino would make a good sub for the Antica, and I had never tried that so, sure! (Yes, he did fresh squeeze the OJ for the drink and he gave me the rest of the juice a little while later to sip, which was very sweet of him.)
The result was excellent; I’d happily make it with the Nonino again. Of course, I’d have to buy a bottle, but like that even slows me down.
Speaking of bottles, I got a phone call from Colonial Liquors saying my special orders were in. This feels so much like the excitement I once got from special ordering books. Clearly, I am degenerate compared to my more innocent, youthful self (I’m really okay with that). I was pretty sure that one bottle was going to be the Tempus Fugit Creme de Cacao (yes, it actually _is_ worth the over $40 you have to pay in Massachusetts); the other one turned out to be Kümmel. Kümmel is super weird — I almost couldn’t bring myself to sip it after smelling it, but I should have realized that was just the same stunt caraway always pulls. It smells like it is going to taste vile, but then actually is quite yummy.
I had a very nice conversation with my friend K. She’s been able to telecommute the last few days, so she has been hanging out with adolescent ducks which is always fun to hear about (and see pictures and video of on FB). Alas, the bald eagles have found the ducks and keep coming by to see if there’s any chance at lunch (or dinner, asa the case may be).