It may be that I need new grapefruit juice, but this just wasn’t quite what I’d hoped. Too much sour and not enough sweet, and the cinnamon syrup gets swallowed up. Color is pure summer loveliness, though. And I’m learning to love the value of a pretty garnish.
I like to drink. Specifically, I like to drink fine cocktails, crafted with care and attention to detail. I enjoy the ritual of assembling disparate ingredients in a complex and appealing way, and then imbibing in a manner that pays respect to the history and creativity of the craft. Yes, alcohol is fun, but craft cocktails are a practical form of art that appeals to me. I started this blog to share my appreciation of both the professionals who make amazing beverages, and also the fans who keep the history of the cocktail alive and well. This isn’t just about polishing off a rough day with a mind-altering substance (although I admit, my day job often makes that an important component); this is about recognizing and valuing the marriage of science and art and taste and history. Welcome to my monologue.