Ok that there? Is one happy little VeePee.
He's had a whole day of grand adventures. Dim Sum. Getting dirty at the park.
Napping at Whole Foods. Extra long bubble bath with the CEO. And now? In his little office filing things. Bizzy, and happy little man.
Which brings us to the other staff. What have we been busy doing?
What else? Researching more cocktails!
Behold, our new recipe last week.
Hello my friends. So nice of you to stop by on a Saturday night to pay a visit. Mr. Glass? Meet Ms. Peychaud's Bitters. Oh and over there? Oh that's The Honorable Tanqueray Rangpur. Just in from Bevmo. We don't know much about that Vermouth guy. Always see him hanging around, but well dressed. And well mannered. Now you'll excuse us as we have to pay our tributes to Mr. Hendrick's. Well, maybe drag him into a dark room when no one is looking and....
The ice. We always start with the ice. Interestingly enough, whilst perusing the intarwebs this week, we came upon a gem of a site. Not only cocktail recipies, but little instructional tidbits on things like zests, mint, straining techniques, and (lo and behold) ICE. Turns out, ours is perfect. Hee.
Sigh. The lemon. Citrus addict. Can't help it. Goes in EVERYTHING.
Made a promise this week however, to try and expand the skills to make things that require ingredients other than lemon. Or lime.
And it's proving not as difficult as originally thought.
Sustenance. Before and during cocktail imbibing is usually a pretty good thing. Costco? You are evil. Bulk size nuts. With salt.
We've had to hide these. Otherwise things would get ugly.
Ingredient one. Hangar One has apparently been busy of late. Turns out they have a spiced pear vodka. And a chipotle one! (That apparently is really good for Bloody Mary's, we'll have to put that to the test).
But spiced pear vodka? How can you go wrong?
Aaaand our good friend, Canton. Potent to be sure. But SUCH a good mixer.
We'll skip with the pleasantries of the mixing and go straight to business. That would be 'the pour'.
Final product. Cloudy enough, but if you squint real hard, you can see the luscious little maraschino cherry (the REAL kind from Italy, not the neon red crap you get at your local A&P).
The verdict? The CEO seems to like it. Good enough for us. And now, to retire to the rest of that cocktail we have 'marinating'. Happy Saturday.
