Jule loves honey. He'll eat a honey sandwich, nothing but bread and honey, for supper and be perfectly satisfied. I've realized that I don't like it very much. Sometimes, smeared together with peanut butter on very fresh whole-grain bread, it's okay... but even in that situation, I'd prefer corn syrup.
It's just too sickly sweet.
Last week I made a Bumble Bee, honey and some other things, blech. Yesterday, a Canchanchara, white rum and lime juice and honey and a dash of soda water - potent, okay in the context of yesterday, pre-dinner, chicken breasts coming off the barbecue coated with mesquite spice, cognac carrots and rice - but nothing I'd rush to make again.
I'm beginning to wonder if I picked the right cocktail recipe book... perhaps I should have shopped around, instead of just diving into the only one I happened to own willy-nilly. Twenty or thirty recipes are for shots, which I've decided to skip - can't truly call those cocktails. Never mind that they involve licking salt off one's partner, setting things on fire, etc., which I am not willing to do. But as for the rest... well, it's too late now. I just have to persist.
I think I bought that book at Atikokan's only bookstore, on the clearance rack, if I recall correctly. I can't decide if it's trying to catalogue classic cocktails, or new in-vogue cocktails, or just a random selection of this and that from here and there, with no rhyme or reason to it at all. Some of the ingredients... well, they sort of overlap, they sort of call one thing by two different names some times, if you know what I mean. As if they didn't read their own recipes, didn't edit. Or maybe I've just had enough of lemon and lime and honey and gin and various raspberry liquors. How many different ways can one possibly combine those five ingredients?
I miss Holy Water! And wine!
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