Thursday, February 25, 2010
The Comfort of a Cocktail
I used to be intimidated by alcohol. I didn't know what to do with it but pour it into half a glass of orange juice or Coca Cola, neither of which I like very much. In recent years, though, I've begun to understand it. There was no specific experience or learning curve that brought upon this understanding. It just happened. One day I found that I like whiskey. I'd tried whiskey before, but it never suited me. Until one day. Now, I can pour some whiskey over some ice, add some sweet or dry vermouth, a dash of bitters, maybe an orange slice or a lemon twist, or some brandy with grenadine and sweet vermouth, or just benedectine. Or a little benedectine and some lemon juice. I just get it. And in that, I feel secure, at home, comfortable.