- 2 ounces dry sherry. I used Drysack as it was all I had, worked fine and was inexpensive.
- 1 ounce sweet vermouth
- A couple dashes of orange bitters. I used blood orange bitters and was happy.
Shake with ice, strain into serving glass. The recipe called for serving over ice, but I think it would do just as well strained straight into a chilled glass.
It would be a good Christmas cocktail with the raisin/fig notes of the sherry, the spice and sweetness of the vermouth, and filled edges of the orange.
Picked up a couple more bottles in my quest to re-build my hot sauce shelf.
Goya: Tabasco-level heat with a juicier and good pepper flavor while the vinegar plays in the background. A very good sauce that I plan to keep around and give out some bottles to get other people to try it. The price is fairly inexpensive, as well.
Veri Peri Veri Hot: Delicious oil/vinegar emulsion sauce. A good heat to wake up your nose and tingle your throat with a very good kick of garlic and lemon playing nicely with wafts of birds head chiles as the base and hints of mustard to round things nicely. I poured some into a saucer and am dipping carrot sticks in it; if only I also had some fresh broccoli. I’ll get my sister a bottle of the regular or hot and can’t wait to grab a bottle of the garlic for myself to try. Give this one a go and thank me later.
My INCOG did not appreciate the BB pistol being crammed in for a picture, but hey.
The kids are out barefoot in the White Mountain region with shorts and t-shirts, building a
faerie memory* house. Am I raising a brace of belligerent, cold-loving, New England anarcho-libertarian neo-pagans? Because The Boy went off about some law or other being dumb the other day and I do have a partial moose skull just chilling in the corner of the living room that the kids just accept as normal decorative flair.
* I complimented the faerie house and was promptly informed by my daughter that it was a memory house to hold memories of the property we are leaving and our lives spent on it. And that it will be taken to the new place and set up.
Just finished Dies the Fire and will start The Road, tomorrow. Because in a time of MASSIVE, CRUSHING STRESS in my real life, a bleak apocalyptic world full of violence and death are apparently what I need to read…and, quite often, some Vonnegut…
Not sure what this says about me.
And decided to add to the hot sauce selection:
And grabbed, among some other fiddly things: eight pounds pinto beans, four hundred rounds of ammunition, a wine box of books from a library association sale, some pollock, 3/4 lb of habaneros, two mangoes, a carton of Thai chilis, &c.
The NRA is largely led by a pile of out of touch walking fuckyougotmine Republican stereotypes.
But they are making Ebola worse? My eyes are rolling so hard at this article, it hurts. I don’t even know where to start mocking this thing.