A while back, I took it into my head that I should challenge my taste buds by expanding my liquor collection. Over the years, I had fallen into a boring vodka sour / margarita / cheap American beer routine. As a former bartender, I was ashamed of myself.
When I got to the liquor store, I knew I wanted to avoid stunt drinks. I have little patience for ridiculously high-proof booze. I don’t want to hide the flavor of a good spirit under cloying fruit flavors. And I don’t feel the need to blend anything. When I came to the bourbon aisle, my little writer’s heart went ka-thump.
Yes, I thought, bourbon. Elegant. Stately. Classic. Featured in any number of great Southern Gothics.
I discussed brands and quality with the owner of the shop, and came away with a mid-priced bottle and strict instructions to drink it straight, or – if absolutely necessary – over the rocks.
A few days later I gave it a go. A nasty liquor-shiver seized me at the first taste. My palate just can’t handle that much … booziness. I filled the glass to the rim with ice and waited for much of it to melt. Once the water / bourbon ration was about even, I could drink it, but I didn’t much like it.
As I sipped, I realized that there were some interesting, even pleasant, notes of flavor under all that alcohol. It was somehow autumny. There was a dry edge, almost like woodsmoke. And there was a complex kind of sweetness that I couldn’t immediately identify. When I tasted again, trying to isolate that almost familiar flavor, I was reminded of honey. I jumped up and took my drink to the kitchen, intent on intensifying that note.
I promptly learned that honey does not readily dissolve in a cold mixture. I stirred and stirred until the flavors blended. It was much improved, and I was able to finish it, but it was still missing something.
Tonight, as I was putting away some spices I’d used to make dinner, I spied the bottle of aromatic bitters on my pantry shelf. I decided to go after the bourbon again.
This time I knew I’d have to melt the honey before I chilled the drink. Here’s what I tried:
- 1 scant tablespoon of honey
- 1 shot glass of hot water (from my Kurig machine)
- Stir until honey is melted.
- 1 shot glass of very cold water
- 1 shot glass of bourbon
- 2 dashes of bitters
- Add 4 ice cubes.
It was delicious (though a little too sweet for me – next time I’ll reduce the honey.)
When I settled in to write this post (with my newly invented cocktail at my side) I idly googled “bourbon honey bitters”.
Do you already know the punchline to this?
It turns out, I invented an old-fashioned. (Though according to the purist view of the linked article, I should admit this is a variation of the classic cocktail. I can’t claim originality for my honey innovation, because I’m certainly not the first person to try it. Plus, I’m pretty sure Mr. Doudoroff would have kittens if he knew how much water I used.)
Still, the structure is mostly in place, and I am pretty proud of how I got there.
PS: Be assured that my mixologist’s memories faded from my mind long ago. If this was a case of remembering a recipe I once knew, it was entirely unconscious.
This recipe is from the category: Decadent / Gorgeous Food (Click the link to learn more about my general food philosophy.)
It’s been a busy weekend. The Anoka Walking Dead Crawl was great fun and there will photographs later this week. Right now, I’m going to go enjoy my old-fashioned (variation) while soaking in a hot bath. ‘Night all.