Sunday, April 27, 2014
If you are fellow traveller in home mixology and live on the east coast, you are likely paying out the ass for the saddest looking limes, if you can get them. Conserving limes, thinking of alternatives, I thought I would use some of one of my fave citrus fruits, the sour sweet Mineola Tangelo in a mojito. And it’s a yummy thing if not the same as lime, because what really is. It’s not sweet like many other oranges, and very piquant so it can help replace the tang of your missing lime.
A mojito is a drink I don’t normally measure, and you can adjust to taste, but I did measure things here just to write out the recipe. Another note is I used to be a very vigorous muddler, and now I try to be gentler with the mint. Aggressive crushing of the mint brings out a lot of grassy taste from the leaves and it can be really more fragrant and nice without serious mashing, you can use more mint or decide what level of crushing you like.
For this I used:
3 oz Smith & Cross gold rum (so much molasses taste in this rum, if you like white rum which is more trad for a mojito do that)
1/2 a pathetic ping pong ball sized lime (omit if you have none ha ha ha)
1 healthy fat wedge of Mineola Tangelo
1 wedge of same for garnish
A couple sprigs of mint
1/2-3/4 oz of simple or gomme syrup, or superfine sugar to taste.
Seltzer to top off your glass
Crush some ice via whatever method and place in the bottom of your glass, it will stand up your mint sprig real nice, add your wedge of orange garnish too. Squeeze whatever you can get out of your sad lime half, same for the nice chunk of tangelo into your shaker, muddle, then add mint leaves and lightly crush trying not to really mash the leaves. Add your sweetener and rum, and shake with whole ice cubes till chilled. Taste and adjust sweetener if needed. Once it’s how you like it, strain into your glass and top with soda.
Sip while dabbing your dewy brow in the heat, real or imagined.
Posted by Amber Sexton
on 04/27 at 07:20 PM
Thursday, April 03, 2014
I really like this last batch and I could not decide what to start with and what to make the opener for a while. Still not sure I got that right but I’m proceeding as if this were not a crucial UN negotiation and just a blog post that a couple dozen people will check out. I think I’ve got a good opener and a great closer for this post. This is a final peachy roll of beachy images and that’s my little sister Zoe with a cute saggy nappy.
Ok this is my biggest little sister and my neice.
Props on the nice butt. I think it’s OK to say that, my sis and all.
Oh maybe that was not OK to mention, because I think she’s a bit mad.
My sister Oona who is still this kind of sugar bear in sweetness, as she is in this pic, though bigger now. Much bigger.
Ok with this last photo of Tara sunning on a cloudy day, let’s leave the Connecticut coast of the Long Island Sound.
This is the last of my New Orleans shots and I think I finally got some OK pictures of my dear pal Margaret in the bunch and I like these photos.
Margaret is one of those stealth cool people who not enough people know is awesome. But you can kind of tell in these.
So before I give you the last pic of Marg, a couple more places.
And these are the only two pictures that came out of the Ernie K-Doe wax figure at the Mother In Law Lounge. The pics of the face didn’t come out.
That isn’t my light there was a photographer there for an interview of Antoinette.
And now, Margaret has had just about enough of my shit. Which she really had enough of the day we went to that bar because she was definitely hit on involuntarily by Guitar Lightnin’ Lee. But this pic is from when we went to the swamp.
And now I leave you with this picture of Jackson Square which is a perfect send off to this project, it feels like the end of a Disney movie, you scroll up and then there’s just sky. Curtain.
I’m glad I did this project, and I’m glad it’s over. I really feel that metaphorically time forgave me for the neglect of my work, it touched the edges of the film and made it softer and more mysterious. The fogging did not end up signaling ruin, or indicting me, it feels like forgiveness and love. That’s the message I’m deciding to take away from this. That it’s never too late to value myself and attend to my creativity, forgive my lapses and pick up art anew. I made this commitment to myself and followed through and it made me happy. The End.