It’s for medicinal purposes, Sweetie.

Week 24 in The Year of Drinking Adventurously! It’s gin!

Oh, joy of joys, we’re back to a booze I adore – gin.  With hazy origins in the Middle Ages, gin evolved from the Dutch beverage, genever, whose name is derived from the Dutch word for juniper, gin’s primary component.

Co-opted by the English, gin’s original uses were medicinal, with the juniper berries being combined with other botanicals so that the flavor of the juniper could be either prominent or subtle depending on the mixture. During British Colonialism, the good old Gin and Tonic was responsible for saving countless lives, thanks to the “tonic” component.  Quinine, an effective antimalarial agent, could be added to water to create tonic and mixed with gin to improve the flavor. Among other things…

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As with many alcohols we’ve considered so far, there are rules governing the production and labeling of gin. There is basic gin, distilled gin and London gin which is regarded as the premium style. But then… enter the craft distilling movement and a whole new crop of styles has emerged.

Bluecoat American Dry Gin – Philadelphia Distilling Company

From Jeff’s book: “Bluecoat American Dry Gin, the flagship brand of Philadelphia Distilling Company, has, since 2005, become a rather prominent example of this new style. The name Bluecoat, naturally, is the colonial answer to the Redcoats’ centuries-long gin dominance. The brand’s key botanicals include natural coriander seed, American citrus peel, natural angelica root, and, of course, juniper berry (organic berries, to boot). A major distinction for the product produced in the City of Brotherly Love is that it’s not quite as juniper-forward as its British brethren. Bluecoat’s blend creates more of a citrus experience on the palate.”

I toured the distillery a couple years ago and had a tasting of all their products, including (if you remember) Vieux Carre Absinthe and the Blue Coat Gin. I compared it with my Bombay London Gin and indeed the juniper flavor is far more subtle in the Blue Coat.

How do I drink gin? Classic martini, obviously, gin and tonic on a hot summer afternoon, but one of my favorite gin cocktails is the gimlet. I drank my first gimlet in audacious surroundings – The Blue Bar in the famous Algonquin Hotel in New York City.

The Algonquin opened in 1902 and its Oak Room was long one of New York City’s premiere cabaret nightclubs.  After the end of World War I, the hotel became the site of the daily meetings of the Algonquin Round Table, a group of journalists, authors, publicists and actors who gathered to exchange ‘bon mots’ (well-chosen words) over lunch in the main dining room. This daily gathering lasted for the better part of ten years.

With its oak panels and other decor recalling an earlier time, the heyday of cabaret, the Oak Room was small, intimate, and expensive (at least $100 per person, more if one had dinner, except for matinees). When finally it was closed in 2012, part of the space occupied by the former Oak Room was used to enlarge the Blue Bar…img_3818

So the gimlet:    In a shaker with ice:
1 ounce fresh lime juice
1 ½ ounces gin
1 teaspoon powdered sugar
Shake and serve with ice and a wedge of lime in a rocks glass. Enjoy!

Now, run, sweeties and see how Lula drank her gin!

(She’s Eddie to my Patsy! And we are absolutely fabulous!)

 

Random and raw

My brain is in a bit of a jumble, finishing up my latest project. So much to think about, details, details… It needs to be perfect. It’s never going to be perfect. I have so many random thoughts running around in my head….

Am I ever really going to feel like “A Writer”?  Yes, I’m a published author, but I wouldn’t be able to survive on the income from it. Is that what it will take?

Marketing. I have a BS in Marketing and right now that BS really does feel like bullshit. (That was before chiropractic school). I’m exhausted and overwhelmed by what I REALLY need to do to get my writing that kind of attention. 

Blogging might actually be making things worse. I’ve developed this schedule that my brain has started treating like a real world obligation. Like I get fired if I don’t write “this” for this day and “that” for that day. I’ve got it in my head that you all will leave me if I don’t keep it up. I watch some of you post once, twice, three times a day – beautiful poetry, heartfelt personal expressions, short fiction… I can’t measure up. 

The novel series… I have ideas for 3 more of them. What I really want to write is my WWI story. I can’t do both. How long can a series sit dormant before readers lose interest? 

I’m not reading. Not nearly enough, anyway. My reading challenge for 2016 is 25 books. I’ve finished 6. That’s pathetic. I have books by 4 fellow bloggers on my list. I swear I will at least read those before the close of the year. 

Sometimes I wonder what you really think of me? Do I sound confident? Positive and upbeat? Do you know that I worry? That I have panic attacks sometimes? That I fake being happy just so I don’t have to talk about it? Because I really don’t like to talk about it. Consider this the rare occasion I’m saying something.

I need to move. I hate the place I’m at right now. I have to think about getting out of here and I don’t quite see the way ahead. 

Just one final thought. I love you guys. I appreciate your friendship. I treasure the relationships I’ve formed here over the last ten months of blogging. Don’t go away, ok?