Oh my dear friends, I’m so sorry, but I’m still not cooking. Not anything of note. Not anything with any inspiration. Case in point, I just ate some fish balls from a can plus sauteed greens for dinner. Standing at the counter. I guess I made a sort of chicken curry thing yesterday – Espen got the leftovers of that today. It was good, but not noteworthy. Cooking still doesn’t inspire me. Actually, on that note, paging all working moms, HELP! Do you have any tips for getting dinner on the table every day while mustering some occasional sense of inspiration, or at least not total burnout, about it? I would LOVE TIPS!!!!!
In the meantime, this is what I’m up to most of the time: orchestrating the workings of our cocktail program, and making 900 different jars of liqueurs and amari, and tweaking our gins, and working on our whiskey. Oh and we are releasing a vodka next week (I’m surly about that because I find vodka dull – sorry if you’re a vodka lover, I mean no offense! It’s just not a personal favorite.) And that’s good too. And at the end of this post I’ll share a recipe for the cocktail I came up with in honor of my grandmother. For the most part it’s easy to make – the IPA syrup is mildly tricky, but not very – and it’s fantastically complex and colorful, a little tart, salty, spicy, and full of attitude. Like my grandma. I’ll share that, but first I’m going to share a bunch of pictures from the distillery because that’s what I have pictures of right now.