wish that I could try everything and go to all the places that are
suggested to me. I used to keep lists of restaurants and bakeries in Paris
that I intended to go to. Then, invariably, a few weeks later, that
list would get updated with new places and I’d realize that I’d
never make it to the older places. (Or maybe I would, just not at the
moment. But most of us know where our best intentions go…)
The other issue is time, which seems to constantly be in shorter and
goodness for cocktails. Each glass, to me, is a like a little vacation.
A nice cocktail takes you to a new place, with whatever mix of liquors,
bitters and fruit juices are in that frosty goblet. From the moment the
icy liquid hits my lips, as it makes its way down, I feel like I’m
going on a little private journey, which can all be adjusted depending
on what you’re mixing up.
sent me a particularly compelling message the other day with the word
BEG in all-caps. Writing in all-caps is sometimes considered a no-no
online, since it can come off as shouting. But through those capital
letters, I sensed her passion for this cocktail. And when she closed out
her message with “It’ll blow your mind,” well – isn’t that what
cocktails are for? So I got to work.