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Dining in the Dark at Opaque Los Angeles: My Birthday Dinner

When my wife asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday, dining in the dark was the first thing to pop into my head. I suppose we’ve been to enough fancy restaurants that I wanted something truly different. Well, Opaque delivered: it was a delicious, memorable meal. I had a delicious meal in an interesting environment while experiencing my senses in a different way than I had before.

Arriving at Opaque, you go through a nightclub and are seated outside the restaurant area, where you get to read the menu and pick what you’d like to eat. After you make your selection, your server — who is blind — introduces themselves, and readies you to leave the lighted world. Your party forms a little train, each person with their hand on the shoulder of the person in front of them, and the server leads you through the s-shaped curtained passage that separates light and dark, then seats you at your table. You learn that your silverware’s in front of you, that there’s bread on the table, and — most importantly — where to put your drinks on the table so that they don’t get knocked over. Then your server leaves you to get your first course.

That’s when, for me, it started to sink in just how dark it was: this isn’t dining in the dim, your eyes don’t accustom themselves to the environment; there is no light source and you won’t see anything for the next 90 minutes. (If you’re not as narcoleptic as I, you could even try closing your eyes — you won’t miss anything!) You navigate by feel. If you’re lucky, that means that you feel the edge of the butter dish and use your knife to spread some on your bread; unlucky and you discover the butter dish with your finger. You soon learn to explore your world carefully, but it’s surprisingly easy to butter your bread and drink your wine.

For a first course, we both ordered a nice salad with blue cheese, pears, and a spring roll on the side. It was a solid starter, and very accesible — you only needed to do well with your fork to eat it. Next came a little game: three bites, unidentified, that shared one ingredient; you get to guess what it is (I was right).

The main dish was next, and was outstanding again: I had a perfectly-cooked salmon, with firm, moist flesh and a fatty, delicious mouth feel, while Courtney had a steak with an outstanding char on the outside. Our garlicky side dishes were delicious, but my sticky rice — which came with almost everything — was a bit dull. However, that was not enough to throw the evening off at all.

Dessert was also delicious, and mine in particular — a panna cotta — seemed to be well-presented, with a cookie on top and berries scattered around the plate. It was impressive to know that the chefs were showing this kind of attention to detail, since we could never see the end product!

Getting service was surprisingly easy. Our server seemed to always be convenient, and beverage refills were handled without a hitch. The whole process clearly ran quite steadily.

Now, you may be asking: what do you do while you eat, if you’re stuck in the dark? Courtney and I talked, all night long, and did well too, I think, although I had a bit of trouble avoiding listening to background conversation without any visual cues. Or, it could’ve been the couple seated behind us, clearly on a fairly early date, who loudly talked politics throughout the entire meal. Maybe they were more able to argue with an abstract, invisible person?

Anyway, despite that, it was a lovely evening and a delicious meal. I can truly say that I’ve never appreciated salmon that much, and I’ll remember the experience forever. If you’re looking for a special food experience, then I would say Opaque should be a top option for you!








Wade Eats so You Don’t Have To: Doritos Loco Taco from Taco Bell

You may have seen the ads on TV: the orange shells, the nostalgic road trips, the promise of deliciousness — it’s Taco Bell’s new, heavily-hyped, Doritos Loco Taco. Just the same as the old Crunchy Taco inside, but now with a shell made of everyone’s favorite corn chip. I had to try one.

Was a time, back in the day, when an old-fashioned crunch taco filled with undifferentiated meat was good enough. Back in those days, Mexican food meant “pass the Old El Paso,” Chinese food was Chun King frozen egg rolls, and being patriotic meant laughing at Walter Mondale. To that crowd, the generic Mexican promise of the Taco Bell crunchy taco led to immense sales gains and chain expansion. But not anymore: today’s stoners, teenagers, and broke, overworked twentysomethings need a fancy taco for $0.69. And the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut all-in-one drive-through steamroller has hit a bump. Thus: the Doritos Loco Taco Supreme.

You have to understand how delicious, culinarily, the Taco Bell crunchy taco was to me. I don’t remember when I first had one, but I do remember that the only Mexican I grew up with was Chi-Chi’s, where Restaurant Mexican Food meant “let me fix that Old El Paso for you right here in our commercial kitchen.” I mean, Taco Bell actually had… spicy salsa. It was pretty awesome.

But clearly that’s not enough. Clearly, Taco Bell had to ink a partnership with Frito-Lay and put delicious Doritos around said taco. It’s a big business move and it’s packaged up just like one, with a complete experience as you open it up. First there’s the usual paper wrap around the thing:

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Inside, there’s a special featured item we’re proud of bright-orange wrap, to help you remember how awesome the thing you’re about to eat is:

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This packaging is notable for it’s delicious-looking photo of what you’re about to eat, and also its QR Code. Then there’s the taco itself:

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Note, first of all, that the shell is not nearly as deliciously orange as is promised in the photo. Nor is it as dusted with orange goodness, which is partially good given the color Doritos turn your fingers when you eat them. The shell itself is nice: definitely more flavorful than the normal. But what stands out is how is how little it’s a Dorito shell. Let’s look at a real Dorito:

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Different color. The dusting of orange seasoning, of course. But, more than that, the flavor: the nacho. It’s sweet but also spicy, a little rich, a little bit like a cheddar but also… something more. The Doritos taco shell doesn’t have all that. It’s sweeter than the regular corn shell, and richer, but it lacks the nacho bite. Other than that, it’s a nice taco. Of course, it was a nice taco with the old shell too.

That’s the thing that got me thinking: the taco was nice before. If you look at the Taco Bell product line-up, you see a lot of things in there where there was only a Crunchy Taco 30 years ago. Like, for instance, the king of the taco end of their product line until recently, the Double Decker Taco:

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The Double Decker Taco is a delicious crunchy taco coated in refried beans and then wrapped in a soft flour tortilla. Mmm, cholesterol! But the funny thing is, these two tacos have something big in common, something Taco Bell would like to keep a secret:

They’re both the identical, perfectly-good filling, wrapped in something that they’re trying to make cover up the rather dull crunchy taco shell. You’d think you’d like that shell, but it turns out it’s just there, and it makes the whole thing dull. That’s why they need Fire sauce, and that’s why they need the Doritos Loco Taco.

It makes sense, when you think about it. After all, if you go to a great Mexican restaurant, what’s the first thing you say? You rave about the tortillas, of course. Well, folks, Taco Bell has tortilla problems. You can’t put a hat on this pig, or even a dusting of delicious orange flavoring.

Well, I mean, you can. And it would be better. Noticeably so. Like the Doritos Loco Taco from Taco Bell. It’s pretty good! But it’s just not quite a Dorito.








El Cocinero

So I usually think of myself as a good cook, but — I think I might’ve mentioned — I’m slow. Glacial. Weeknight meal? Sure, I’ll have that up for you in four hours, straight away.

Yeah, doesn’t work. So, I think I mentioned in my New Year’s Resolutions that I was going to take a cooking class. After a bunch of research I decided on a local school’s intro to cooking class.

Right. Intro. Time to suck up my pride. I learned back in tae kwon do that you only get to be fast by being perfect to start, so I figured, hey, let’s make unfounded generalizations. So far it’s been fun. I’ve been playing the role of super-nerd, asking every possible question (yes, it’s a role! don’t look at me like that!) and getting tons of perspective. And tons of chances to cut things up. And, best of all, tons of chances for the instructors to tell me what to do or not.

The first class was on salads. We paired up and my team ended up with the caesar salad. It was a little easier than I’d hoped but, hey, we took some care and it ended up real nice.

Caesar Salad

Today was harder: we made a red snapper green curry.

Thai red snapper green curry

I was really excited for this week, because, despite all my foodie pretensions, I’m as scared of cooking fish as the next guy. I always choose slow, moist fish-cooking techniques that leave me with no risk of burning or sticking; but here I had to cook the snapper fast, over very high heat, to get nice browning. And, as the instructor said, “expect it to stick.”

Well, we got compliments on the doneness and texture of the fish. I have to say, it turned out everything I could hope. And everyone else deserved compliments too, with dishes like these:

North African Albacore with chermoulaSalmon with tomatillo salsaKung pao shrimpFish with black bean and mango salsaCrab CakesIndian halibut

And, best of all, my team finished quickly enough that we had time to practice various techniques and to just jaw a bunch. A little speed? Yes please!








Bounty

We have this lemon tree in the backyard. Every year, it gave a bounty of lemons; we hardly had to buy a one at the market. Except for last year; last year, somehow it didn’t give us but one or two. It’s an old, dry tree, and we wondered if it was just getting ready to pass on. Well, it answered us this year: this year, it produced all last year’s lemons, all at once.

Lemon Tree

Confronted with all of these lemons, we’ve been cooking delicious marinated meats and lemony dressings, but it’s about to get out of hand. So I decided to go old school on it: I bought a bunch of canning jars and went to pickling.

First I harvested a big batch of orange-sized lemons. I cut off the stem end, cut them in quarters almost all the way through, and packed them with salt on the inside, in the Moroccan fashion.

Lemon prepped for Moroccan pickling

Then I planned to stuff them in the jars; except these jars were sized for a lemon-sized lemon, not something that dwarfed our measuring spoons. So I quartered the lemons all the way through, packed in more salt, and added coriander seeds, cinnamon, and chills — all from Zanzibar!

Lemons in pickling jars

Now it’s a few weeks before we know how things turn out, but I’m excited. Updates as acid- and salt-related cellular changes follow.








Wade Eats So You Don’t Have To: Steven Seagal’s Lightning Bolt, Asian Experience Flavor

A casual boast on Facebook has led to a new feature here on juniorbird.com: Wade Eats So You Don’t Have To, a series in which I try wacky-ass shit and tell you what it’s like, so that you don’t feel like you need to try it yourself. Our first entry here comes about because I casually posted a Facebook status update about this classic item when drinking it. Two people actually commented on it, which is two more than usual, and that’s enough data points for me to consider it useful market research for the purposes of figuring out what I should publish here. We’re going to start easy and then build to something awesome like Four Loko or Hột vịt lộn

Steven Seagal’s Lightning Bolt is an energy drink with a remarkable number of relatively-natural ingredients, for the product type. Despite its contents and its pitchman, somehow this product has failed to catch on — I bought my 16-oz can at the 99 cent store.

Steven Seagal's Lightning Bolt

Packaging

The packaging itself is hideous, with an awful drawing of Seagal himself, a logo that brings no meaning to English-speakers, and type that’s too small everywhere. And I think the registration is very slightly off. Maybe that’s why it’s at the 99-cent store? Either that or because it’s as revolting as the Clamato Energy Drink they sell there too. (Disclaimer: a Clamato energy drink is just too stupid for me to try. Don’t even ask.) Anyway, we’ll know after we try this outstandingly unique product.

Look

The first thing I have to say here is that I apologize, I’m new to this reviewing crazy food shtick, so I didn’t really think things through: I didn’t take a picture of the drink itself. Trust me when I say it was watery pink. That’s not such a crazy color, actually — I’ve never quite understood why Red Bull was yellow, for instance.

Ingredients

Now, about the ingredients: the honest truth about energy drinks is that virtually all of the energy value comes from the sugar, caffeine, and taurine. This drink contains none of those, although it does have cane juice, which is of course made from sugarcane and which is supposedly metabolized more slowly than straight sugar or corn syrup, with less of a crash afterwards. I lack the scientific background to assess this statement either way. Overall, it’s unlikely that any of the other ingredients would have any substantial effect on your energy, although that definitely depends on individual sensitivity to ingredients like Ginseng and Guaraná. If, however, you have a sensitivity to some artificial ingredient but still want an energy drink, this is a place to look.

Taste

Now, as for the flavor… it lacked the “slightly carbonated” bite of most energy drinks. In fact, it lacked a lot. It tasted like watered down something… maybe tea? It’s not as sweet as other energy drinks, but it does the whole not-sweet thing in a very dull way. I think they tried to make it more “adult” and less sweet, but I’m not sure they got there while still driving through Deliciousville. Lightning Bolt, Asian Experience flavor, is boring, but not bad-tasting.

Energy

The effects are also boring, but not bad. I drank this 16-oz behemoth when quite tired, and it picked me up a smidge, something more than a soda or even a cup of tea, but not at all in the range of your typical energy drink. It lasted pretty well, but then I was down again. I fought that off, and had another period of energy about an hour later. Was this the energy drink that kept on giving, or did I just dig deep and finish my project? I couldn’t say, but neither energy peak was worth it. At the same time, I never got that “oh please let me sleep on my desk right fracking now” experience that often comes from other energy drinks. So, that’s a potential small benefit.

Conclusion

Steven Seagal’s Energy Bolt is an energy drink that gives you a little energy with a little flavor at a little price. I suppose you could do worse, but why care?








(Not Those) Nine Months

We were on our honeymoon — in Queenstown, NZ — when our one-month anniversary came along. Now, being newlyweds, we were thrilled at any chance to celebrate our wedding, so we went on over to the fanciest restaurant we could find. Then we looked at their price list, and decided to sit down in their lounge and enjoy an appetizer and some cocktails instead. We ended up with a couple of glasses of the local bubbly and a little plate of toast rounds, local goat cheese, and local honey. And boy, it was delicious. Who thinks of cheese and honey? But it’s outstanding. And, when we got home, it just seemed like it should be a tradition.

So, every month, on the 12th — that’s the day we got married, folks — we sit down for a dinner of goat cheese and honey and toast or crackers, with some bubbly to go with. Now we’ve had 12 of these great evenings; the first one we were too enamored to shoot, another was in France, and we forgot to take photos back in January, so you’ll only see 9 shots here, but we’ve celebrated all 12, and they’ve all been delicious and perfect. (You’ll notice that we swapped our wedding cake for the cheese for our one-year shot; that was delicious and perfect too!)

Cheese, bread, salad, fine salt, flamenco eggs, and our new glasses and water pitcher!

Our 3-month annniversary

For our 5 month anniversary

Our 6-month anniversary

Look at the fancy goat cheese in the foreground!

And great wedding gift candles

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Featuring our new cheese stone!

We had a cake dinner!

Yeah, there was some mixing it up in there — different cheeses (something peppered works wonderfully), different honeys (we highly recommend Avocado), different sparkling wines, different things going along with the whole plate… we had fun with it. And, of course, with so many good options, and so much to celebrate, we really did have a good time with our monthly celebrations!

A different one every month! Our 6-month anniversary

For our 6-month anniversary!

Our 8-month anniversary

To our love, with rosé!

Look who's behind the plate!

Today is one year since our second wedding celebration, back out West in Culver City. We both send our thanks out to everyone who made it special on both coasts, and then I’d like to thank Courtney, for saying “OK!” when the waiter put the ring in front of her back on April 29 of last year, and for making this such a wonderful, perfect year for me. Happy Anniversary, baby!








What a Good Angeleno Am I

I’ve lived in the Los Angeles area since 1993, and still I don’t think myself a native. Nonetheless, in some small ways I seem to go a little more of that native every year. There was that time a while ago when I gave up the t-shirt peeking out from my collars, or even earlier, when I moved on from rugby shirts. I learned to live without American League baseball (sorry, Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim). Lazy lunch became a burrito, not a chicken box. Heck, I even got used to being a member of a racial majority.

One thing I never thought I’d do was cleanse. It’s practically a personal-care tradition out here, as normal as foregoing carbs or asking for dressing on the side, but the idea of turning a week or two over to cabbage soup or apple cider vinegar or something like that struck me as… silly.

Until we got back from France. After a wonderful trip, enjoying all kinds of meat and cheese and wine and digestifs, I came home and went to Krav and felt… awful. Awful in the way that you sometimes feel awful after a really good massage, when everything’s all acid and toxic feeling. And then I got allergies and a cold to boot. I just couldn’t shake the thought that somehow that ill health was related to all of the crap I’d been (justifiably, and deliciously) putting in my body. Maybe even worse, I couldn’t shake the sugar and fat addictions; my typical dinner diet went from a moderate meat portion; a moderate-sized complex carbohydrate dish; a large cooked vegetable dish; and a giant fresh salad; to burgers, fries, and cookies.

SIMG_4681o I figured I’d try the trendy thing: I did a cleanse. On my wife’s recommendation, I went to a method involving mostly vegetable soups with some fresh fruit as well. Vegetable soup not being a very calorie-dense option, eating a lot all of a sudden became a top priority, and cooking a lot followed along in turn. After all, I needed not only a bunch of soups to eat, I needed variety in my meals. (Thanks to all of the walking we did in France, I hadn’t actually put on any weight, so I wasn’t trying to cut calories and lose weight; in fact, thanks to feeling so miserable, I’d actually lost some pounds already. Weight maintenance was my primary caloric goal here.)

IMG_4682Part of the question became, of course: how many soups can one cook? We made a cauliflower-leek soup, and a velouté of zucchini, and an asian-flavored soup with mushrooms; we made more of the velouté, a recipe we got from friends in France, because it was so good; and I made a delicious pea soup. (Hot tip for those on diets: peas are surprisingly calorie-dense, almost all thanks to sugar. Spread their good flavor out with some cauliflower.)

IMG_4680I also cut out soda, and replaced it with iced tea that I brewed myself — some green tea, lightly sweetened with agave, and an herbal concoction I brought back from Vietnam. Given that I typically drink green tea all day long at work, this added up to a lot of tea. Those antioxidants had better be as good for me as advertised! If they’re one of those things that they discover in 20 years turns out to be awful for you, like milk and steak for people with ulcers, then I’m boned.

Anyway, with all of this liquid, I knew I needed some kind of solid to mix in. At first I tried to make it on shirataki, but not only are they low-carb, but they’re almost entirely free of nutritional content, including calories. They filled me up but didn’t, um, cancel out the inevitable effects of eating so much liquid (and so many fruits). That is to say, I pooped. I pooped for days. So I had to add something in, and finally broke down and got some lovely quinoa salad from my neighborhood gourmet healthy food joint, the Curious Palate. That set things straight.

IMG_4675OK, so I stuck with it. The first day was tough; the second was worse, probably especially for my wife, who had to put up with my cranky, cranky attitude. Such are the wages of a modern sugar and fat addiction. But it got easier from there, and I really did feel better, physically, starting on about the third day (this was probably around the time that I actually started to accept just how much I actually had to eat). My head cleared, my muscles felt fresh, and my stomach placid.

And now I feel great. I don’t wish I had a ton of cheese, or a delicious bacon cheeseburger from Jack in the Box down the street; I splurged and poured myself a glass of wine tonight, and that was enough. Snacks? No cookies for me, I’ll have a fruit or maybe some nuts. And after krav? Well, I’m sore and exhausted from all of the Turkish get-ups, but not from the crap I’ve been putting in my body. It’s a nice feeling, one I plan to keep. I’ve brought back a wider diet, but still I’m keeping it heavy on the fresh fruit and vegetables. The long LA summers are perfect for it. I guess this practically makes me a local.

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Me vs. Breakfast

Every once in a while I feel inexplicably compelled to confess to something that’s bound to make all six of the people who read this blog hate me. Today’s just such a day; today I will confess to hating breakfast for dinner.

I realize that not wanting to have pancakes and syrup instead of, say, Chicken Cordon Bleu is equivalent in its anti-American-ness to say, something like stating “that Nikita Khruschev, he sure was a frood with a lot of good ideas,” or hating Law & Order. But there are things that are right and things that are wrong, and, just like it’s wrong to wear denim on denim (ed. note: not anymore!); one of those is having breakfast for dinner.

I’ve always felt this way. There’s a legend, when I was about 9, of a time when I was left with a family friend’s teenaged boy and girl; I asked them for dinner, and out came a bowl of Rice Krispies. Naturally, I broke into tears and was inconsolable until I was allowed to play in front of the TV with my new Space Shuttle toy (broke its landing gear on the deep-pile orange shag carpet, by the way).

When my friends — or, worse, the national media — suggest breakfast for dinner, they get to see me look dejected and throw in a gag for drama’s sake. Sorry to deprive you of all of that delicious syrup, but it just sounds so… awful. Don’t you want some savory in the evening?

Although, I’ll allow, butter and bacon both are good at any meal.








Summer Squid Stir-Fry

When it’s summer around here, the grill and the wok both come out. They’re two incredible tools to cook light food with flavors that cut through the heat — and without making Courtney or I boil in the kitchen, either. On a lark, we saw these beautiful-looking, and cheap-as-anything squid at the local Japanese Marketplace. Now, neither of us knew the first thing about preparing squid, but it’s the kind of food that seems like either it takes 5 minutes or 5 hours to prepare, but nothing in the middle. So we picked it up and took it home.

Fresh squid

So, squid takes about 5 minutes to prepare. Maybe a little longer if you’re cooking up a lot of little ones, like we did, but really not long at all. The first step is to clean the squid. I learned how from the Internet, so I’ve memorialized my process here too.

Step 1: Get yourself a little something to help with all the cooking ahead. My favorite helper is a dirty martini.

A dirty martini to help with the cooking

Step 2: Remove the head. To do this, grasp the head in one hand and the body in the other. I found it easier to hold the body from inside than from the tail; holding it that way made me feel like I was going to tear the body.

Step 1: Remove the head

Step 3: Cut the tentacles off. They’re edible; save them. Throw away the head. A blog I found good directions on this at suggested that your dog would find the head delicious. Yours might; mine spit it on the floor, much to my wife’s consternation.

Step 2: Cut off the tentacles

Note here that a number of sources on squid disassembly suggested that I squeeze the ink out from sacs in the head and reserve it at this stage. None of the squids I got had any particular amount of ink in them — except for one. That one, I cut into it and a gigantic arc of ink shot across the kitchen. Again much to my wife’s consternation. Again, the dog didn’t care.

Step 4: Squeeze out the guts. There’s just no nice way to say this step. There’s some sort of organs that look like scallops, as well as, well, let’s call it slime, inside the squid. Get it out by running the flat side of a knife down the squid from tail to the open end. I put my cutting board at the edge of the sink and basically just squeezed the junk into the sink.

Step 3: Squeeze out the guts

Step 5: Remove the skin. This part is easier than it sounds. The skin is paper-thin, and, as you scrape your knife against the squid in step 4, you’ll tear it. Slide a finger inside this tear and delicately separate the skin from the body. About half the time the whole skin came off like a glove, the other half I had to scrape the remainders off with the knife.

Step 4: Remove the skin

Step 6: Remove the quill. The quill is a piece of cartilage that runs the length of the squid. I used one hand to separate the cartilage back inside the body, near the tail, and the other hand to pull at the tip. Almost every time it came out in one piece.

Step 5: Remove the quill

Step 7: Rinse under water. To make the slime go away.

Step 6: Rinse under water

Step 8: Chop as you please. I chopped it into rings, but strips are pretty typical for stir-fries, and you can also cut the body into two nice steaks.

Step 7: Chop as you please

Step 9: Heat the aromatics. Chop up a couple of inches of fresh ginger and 4 garlic cloves, heat them in some oil with chile flakes until very fragrant. The chiles don’t really make the dish spicy, but they brighten the flavor, just as they do in, say, a nice marinara.

Step 9: Heat your aromatics in oil

Step 10: Add in some fresh vegetables. To highlight the fresh flavor of the squid, I didn’t load the dish up with a lot of vegetables. The Japanese market had delicious-looking oyster mushrooms and bok choy.

Step 8: Mix with fresh vegetables

Step 11: Stir-fry and add sauce. Stir-fry and soften up the vegetables a bit, adding sauce and then stir-frying more. What sauce? Well, I used a pretty typical Thai sauce that I learned in a cooking class I took in Chiang Mai. It’s 1 part fish sauce, 1 part soy sauce, 1 part sugar, and 2 parts oyster sauce — although I replaced the 1 part sugar with 1/2 part agave.

After stir-frying the vegetables until slightly soft, add about a quarter cup of broth — I used dashi. This stretches out the sauce and keeps it from being too strong-flavored. Then throw in the squid and cook briefly — no more than 20 or 40 seconds. It’ll turn white almost immediately.

Step 10: Saute and add sauce

Step 12: Serve it forth! Probably the martini’s not the best accompaniment here.

Step 11: Serve








Drinks of the Month: Cold Comfort & Barbed Wire

If you’re a long-time reader, you may remember the old days of the Drink of the Month. Well, we might not make this a monthly thing any more, but I think it’s time to try new things again. So, today, I fixed a Cold Comfort for the wife and a Barbed Wire for me.

Drink of the Month: Cold Comfort Martini & Barbed Wire

A few years ago, I picked up this book, the simply-named The Martini Book. The wife and I used to drink a lot of Martinis, and it seemed like such a book would get a lot of use. Not so, perhaps since I discovered Scotch. So, Courtney (formerly known as Mrs. DJ L’il Bit, even more formerly known as the AIG, and now approving the use of her real name in this here forum) has been suggesting that we crack open this book. Summer being perfect for clear liquors such as Gin and Vodka, this seemed the perfect weekend to do so.

Anyway, that picture: on the left is the Cold Comfort, which is:

  • Vodka
  • Juice of a lemon
  • A heck of a lot of honey

Honey-lemon martini? Absolutely! Heck, that’s one of the few things that could get either of us drinking a vodka martini, rather than the provably superior gin version. Now, I used mesquite honey, which is fairly mild, and I used a ton of it, and I got good honey flavor, but not a lot of sweetness, because, frankly, the honey didn’t enter solution in the cold vodka well at all, even after a lot of shaking. Next time, I’d use a stronger honey, maybe even avocado honey, plus a bunch of agave for sweetness, since agave will dissolve in a cold drink. (Simple syrup would even be easier, of course.)

On the right is a bastardized version of the Barbed Wire. The Barbed Wire is:

  • Vodka
  • Sweet Vermouth
  • Pastis
  • Chambord

We’re out of Chambord, so I made an ersatz version with Campari and a big chunk of the above-mentioned agave. I might’ve used Triple Sec too, were I not out of it. (It’s an odd feeling for any Certified Mixologist, such as myself, to be out of Triple Sec!) I’d love a little more berry flavor but, with enough agave to provide sweetness, it’s a very drinkable and refreshing beverage. The anise flavor really comes through.

It’s kind of a new resolution to put aside my stalwart Scotch for the hot summer and enjoy some gin and even vodka (as seen here! again, shocked, shocked that I’ve made two vodka Martinis today). So, probably more new drinks coming up!