Today did not start off well. I made the mistake of trying to balance the checkbook before I made coffee which wasn't smart and probably had something to do with the paper getting jammed in the adding machine (yes, that's how I do it - just like your grandparents). Something else got screwed up, I can't remember what, but it was probably mundane and inconvenient. Like realizing that the movies by the dvd player are several days overdue (which is another old person thing that happens regularly around here). Basically, from the outset, this day was looking lousy.

Of course I'm running out of bitters. And oranges. Fortunately however, not whiskey.

Of course I'm running out of bitters. And oranges. Fortunately however, not whiskey.

Ordinarily, when I have an extra hour or two in the afternoon, and am looking to clear my head* I listen to music and walk around a nearby antique mall. Most of the stuff I can't really afford but that doesn't diminish the pleasure involved in looking at old pictures, books, art, kitchen odds and ends, tools, and just piles of stuff from a totally different era. Plus, they often have awesome glasses and barware.

Today, however, no walk to an antique store was going to dislodge the impact Christmas, and it's aftermath, were having on my constitution. Today, what today needed was a break. A nice…little…pause. The less effort the better. Today needed an Old Fashioned. And possibly a nap by the wood stove.

Oh whoops, did I use the 3 oz measure?

Oh whoops, did I use the 3 oz measure?

Eventually, I suppose the day turned out to be a push. Which, considering how things started, I view as a hearty endorsement of the Old Fashioned.

 

Old Fashioned
2-3 oz Spirit
1/2 tsp Sugar
Water - I don't know, 1-2 tsp probably
2-3 dashes Bitters
Garnish - Orange or Lemon peel

In a mixing glass dissolve sugar in water and bitters. Add booze and ice. Stir and strain over fresh ice in a rocks glass. Or, if you're so inclined, just build it in the glass.
 

 

*Processing the day's grumpiness on paper:

-If this day drove a car it would break down in front of me on a narrow one way street.
-It would not fully seal the lid on my cup of coffee and this realization would be painful and inconvenient.
-It would say something rude to someone and look to me for encouragement.
-It would be a patch of mud on the town's sledding hill.
-It would be a bird, or a squirrel, that didn't get out of the road as my noisy car approached (can't you hear this thing?) and I would have to swerve, testing the power steering before the car had fully warmed up.
-This day is a branch on the tree down the street, signaling me as it sticks out over the river like a middle finger, ringed with my new lure and a bunch of line.
-This day is oil, leaking out of the sandwich in my bag, through the paper and onto the cloth cover of a book I ordered from the friggin UK. Shit!
-This day's phone has no signal.
-This day's shirt has come untucked and the holes in its shoes are registering only now that the sidewalk is dotted with puddles.
-Today's batteries weren't fully charged and ran out too early.
-Today's spinach wasn't washed so well.
-Its socks are wrong feeling.
-Today didn't say excuse me when it spun around the corner and collided into the morning. It just stood there like a jerk.

 

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