After sleeping for 12 hours, I think I’m well enough to finally go see Skyfall.
Looking forward to it.
I know that none of you love me, but if you did, this might be a great purchase in the coming months.
Too much of anything is bad, but too much of good whisky is barely enough.
— Mark Twain
Regardless of what candidate you support, the cocktail “The Candidate” is easy to get behind (and drink) this Fall!
-1 part Maker’s Mark
-1/2 part St Germaine
-2 parts cider
-Splash of Ginger Ale
-Lime to garnish
Tuesday night’s plans courtesy of the Maker’s Mark Facebook page.
Just downright terrifying.
If the martini is the undisputed king of gin drinks, the Manhattan rules the whiskey ones. And though I’m utterly intransigent about how a good martini ought to be made, I’m flexible when it comes to the Manhattan. Even in its innumerable variations, the deep and dark character stays intact. With brown-liquor season upon us, it’s the drink for right now.
That said, it’s a cocktail that requires a whole host of decisions. Rye or bourbon? Perfect (composed with equal measures of sweet and dry vermouth), or just sweet vermouth? Bitters? Garnish? Rocks? My advice is to try the Manhattan every which way (just not all at once), because different versions suit different moods.
Every day is made better with a Manhattan - my favorite garnish is a whiskey soaked cherry.
The weather’s getting chilly - make sure to keep your loved ones warm.
CROWE: I like that we get to pepper our conversation with our liner notes. So when I say The Help, what do you think of?
STONE: Bourbon on the front porch of Tate Taylor’s rental house in Greenwood, Mississippi, with Viola [Davis], Octavia [Spencer], and all the girls, and Tate and Chris Lowell … Tate’s mom cooking blueberry-and-peach pie and beans … It was like living in Mississippi for a summer. I go to the off-camera stuff, but it was really special … There was so much bourbon.
In case you forgot that Emma Stone is perfect, Interview provided more proof on the subject.
Note this for my next birthday. You know, minus the glitter.
You don’t have to tell me twice.