A week ago, I finally got off my ass and built the Ikea Brusali cabinet
that's been sitting in our laundry room for four years. That is to say,
I finally had a use for it...
Yes, dear readers, I have finally set up my liquor cabinet!
It's been a long time coming. Apart from the sole time I waded through boxes of liquor to make myself a Martini, I haven't had the opportunity to practice my mixology skills. With the cravings increasing and for the sake of regaining my magic, the decision was made...
It took the better part of a Sunday afternoon to build the cabinet, rearrange other furniture, move the cabinet into place, load it up and organize it in a logical manner. It took another few minutes to rearrange everything in order to cat-proof (and child-proof) it.
Happy with the result, but approaching bedtime, I opted to forego a celebratory drink. I waited until last Friday to christen the new setup with what was to be the signature drink of the (long-abandoned) Speakeasy: the Vermouth Cassis.
Grabbing a long glass, I dropped in a couple of rocks, poured in a
half-ounce of Creme de Cassis, 2-1/4 ozs of dry Vermouth, filled the
rest of the glass with club soda, and stirred.
The first sip was a bit flavourless, probably due to the fact that my Highball glasses were, as I discovered, mislabelled Collins glasses and thus an inch taller. Still, for a watered-down cocktail made with decade old booze and ice that's been in the deep-freeze forever, it wasn't half bad!
I nursed the first one for an hour, then made a second once dinner arrived. Adjusting the ratios to account for the taller glass, my second (supersized) Vermouth Cassis was almost perfect. Fresher ingredients will help in that regard.
Saturday afternoon, I felt a craving for a Negroni. If you've been following my blogs for any length of time, you'll know I have a fondness for Campari...the chief ingredient of a Negroni. This time, however, I went with another recipe, the Punt e Mes Negroni, which replaces the Campari with Punt e Mes, an equally bitter herbal aperitif.
I winced from the bitter taste as I took the first sip. The cocktail also had a slightly leaden taste due to the age of the ingredients, the last bit of sweet vermouth in the bottle being at least fifteen years old! It wasn't terrible, I sipped on it for an hour while reading through the latest issue of Metropolis. I am, however, making it a point to restock the cabinet with fresh bottles when possible.
At this point, I'm satisfied with my cabinet setup. I have room to move, room to work, and most of my ingredients are close at hand. I'm confident it'll work until we decide we need a wet bar downstairs... but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it!
Join us next time, where we discuss your neighbour's lawn obsession. Until then, stay lubricated and stay sane!