There was a fine gal named Laurel.
Who never put up with any Quarrel
She married fair Bill
Whose true voice that she willed
So there would never be bitters to spoil!
The clouds are rushing in this morning. Rain is pouring heavily from the sky in buckets. Someone said something about heavy thunderstorms and sixty- degree weather. This is not winter- I’m confused. Certain types of confusion- such as the weather do strange things to my sense of normal. But what is normal these days? Is it finally Winter?
I hope so. This may be just an anomaly.
It’s a mere blip on the radar screen.
While down in New Orleans for Tales of the Cocktail- I had the pleasure of meeting and enjoying a cocktail at the historic carousel bar at the Monteleone Hotel with my friend Bill York of Bitter End Bitters and his lovely wife Laurel. As the carousel made the slow go-round and all those around me became more and more sloshed, (present company excluded) my cocktail driven sense of self detached from the reality of the situation. Now, many months later, I’m reminded of the restoratives served at the Carousel Bar and the friends I made while circling the room as the seconds ticked away.
A Limerick for Laurel Cocktail
( A VERY twisted takeoff on the classic cocktail named Bees Knees)
Makes one very dangerous drink. Stay off the roads!
- 2 Shots of a very smoky Bourbon Whiskey like Devil’s Cut from Jim Beam
- 1 Shot fresh lemon juice
- 1 Shot freshly squeezed orange juice
- 2 tablespoons Lavender/Lemon Simple Syrup from Royal Rose
- 2 tablespoons of wildflower honey
- Bitters (your choice) I prefer the Thai Bitters from Bitter End
Preparation: To a cocktail shaker- add ½ with ice. Add Scotch, honey, juices and bitters, shake and pour into a short glass with fresh ice. Garnish with a grilled orange slice and sip to the mournful sound of that strange, yet familiar song from Chet Baker- My Funny Valentine- all sung in minor notes. Very appropriate for a 60 plus degree winter day.