Sorry to be talking about booze again, but it’s been a hectic few days for Drinks Digest. Multiple deliveries have been arriving on my tattered front door mat. The universe must have heard my divorce finally came through and wanted me to have lots of beverages for toasting.
I bolted home from work last night so I could mix a pisco cocktail during a live demonstration on Instagram. I am showing my ignorance here, but I don’t quite understand how live Instagram videos work and didn’t realise you couldn’t replay them afterwards (or maybe you can, but I don’t know how).
So it was quite tricky to take screenshots, remember the interesting comments the bartender was making AND mix the cocktail (my version – pictured above – is a bit murky because it had too much ginger wine in it, the proper version, which is must prettier, is pictured below).
Pisco is the national drink of Peru (you can read more about the cocktail event here). I couldn’t actually try until much later it because I had to quickly cook dinner – grilled beef rice paper rolls – then race to the hairdresser to get a cut and then bolt off to pick the youngest up from the bus stop at 8pm after her netball match.
I slurped it down when I got home again and it was deeeeeelicious.
It’s not ideal to be guzzling cocktails on a Tuesday night, but it was quite the day. Aside from the above madness, I also put in seven and a half hours of digital content creation for Prevention and Healthy Food Guide magazines and squeezed in a mentoring session at lunchtime with one of my HotHouse Communcations clients.
I was freaking flat out like a lizard drinking. Actually, at almost-53 I feel a lot like a lizard and there’s definitely a lot of drinking going on.
A foraged cocktail kit from The Botanist Gin, including Australian native ingredients provided by “foraged foods expert” Diego Bonneto also landed on my tattered front door mat yesterday.
What are “foraged” cocktail ingredients you might ask? I got a “feral” apple, some lilly pillys, some nastariun leaves and some rambling dock leaves, plus some recipes to make alcoholic concoctions with them.
I think a feral apple might be a wild one? I’ve never heard of rambling dock, I will have to Google it. Making my own lilly pilly syrup for the Lilly Pilly Collins cocktail will have to wait for another night. Gawd knows when I’ll have time to do that. When I do, I’ll let you know how it tastes.
Apologies to all my teetotaler followers who signed up for blog posts about the trevails of a single mother, not the ramblings of an alcohol writer. My head has been too full to explore whether I’m having any post-divorce angst.
I did find a few spare moments while walking to work yesterday to feel a bit introspective about the official end of my marriage. One would rather not fail at something so important. It sucks that we couldn’t fix our union, but I am proud of the amicable way we have handled our co-parenting duties over the past seven years. That has to count for something.
Song of the day: Kool & the Gang “Celebration”