The French 75 is hands down my favorite cocktail, and this lavender version is just so lovely for spring.
I snipped these little lavender flowers from my garden and simmered them down into a simple syrup. Which sounds sort of romantic except that this lavender plant was swarming with scary bees. I held a pair of scissors at arms length and carefully tried to clip a few without getting too close. (oh, the things I do for this blog!)
The lavender flavor is subtle, but I just love the unexpected herbal hint.
I hope you all have a great weekend and find some time to enjoy a sip with a loved one. After such a scary week, I know I’m holding mine extra close (the loved ones, that is…)
Happy St. Paddy’s day!
This one came about all because of these silly little shamrock glasses that I was determined to use this year (last year, I forgot).
Awhile back, I went through a glassware thrifting phase. I didn’t notice until I got home that these had little shamrocks on them. Bummed about why someone would put shamrocks on such otherwise-cute glasses, I stuck them up on a high high shelf.
So last night we celebrate with this simple little cocktail in the once-a-year celebratory glasses. I have to say – I’m not usually the whiskey person in the family, but mixing it with ginger beer was kind of life changing.
And not ginger ale – there’s a difference. We happened to have this kind which is made from real ginger. It’s not overly syrupy tasting and it has that wonderful spicy kick that only comes from actual ginger and not “ginger flavor.”
I think I discovered a new favorite, all thanks to the little accidental shamrock glasses.
This one’s for Jack. He’s a trooper with this whole blog thing. A typical night in our kitchen looks like this: He walks in the door as I’m chopping, cooking, and setting up for our photo-session. Before he has a chance to sit down, I’m
barking orders politely explaining the plan for the night.
I hand him a sorry excuse for a cocktail (usually bourbon + ice) and we get to work. If I’m feeling kind, I add a splash of honey or maple syrup. If I can tell he’s had a stressful day (and he’s going to be a moody photographer) I make it extra boozy.
So he was pleasantly surprised the night I told him his only task would be to taste test and mix up this drink. A rough job, I know, but someone’s gotta do it.