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Damn. My gran passed away last night. Now, those who've read this journal for awhile will remember when we had to move her from her home (which she had lived in since she was 3 years old) and into a nursing home -- and my very distressing visit to her there this past March. Mentally, Gran hasn't been around for a long time, but goddamn, it's still hard. Hard to deal with her decline, hard to deal with her death.
Well, if there's one thing my gran loved, it was a party. And none of this B.S. teetotaling crap. A proper party with plenty of booze. I've already posted the recipe for our favorite holiday drink, the Ramos Gin Fizz (because real ladies don't drink hard alcohol before noon). This time, in a nod to my gran's preference for vodka (after a particularly bad Manhattan-soaked evening in the 1940s, she never touched whisky again), we present:
The Moscow Mule
1 3/4 oz vodka
1/2 oz lime juice
ginger beer
lime wedge
Build ingredients over ice in a highball glass. Garnish with lime. Sit on the back porch and reflect that Gran's house didn't have indoor plumbing until the 1920s or so.
Well, if there's one thing my gran loved, it was a party. And none of this B.S. teetotaling crap. A proper party with plenty of booze. I've already posted the recipe for our favorite holiday drink, the Ramos Gin Fizz (because real ladies don't drink hard alcohol before noon). This time, in a nod to my gran's preference for vodka (after a particularly bad Manhattan-soaked evening in the 1940s, she never touched whisky again), we present:
The Moscow Mule
1 3/4 oz vodka
1/2 oz lime juice
ginger beer
lime wedge
Build ingredients over ice in a highball glass. Garnish with lime. Sit on the back porch and reflect that Gran's house didn't have indoor plumbing until the 1920s or so.
