The Bitter Ginger

The Bitter Ginger: green chartreuse, bitter melon, sugar snap peas, cucumber, lemon juice, and ginger beer

I don’t know if I can convince you to drink this by using words. I’m not even sure I should tell you what’s in it.

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The Honeyed Rose Cocktail

Honey Rose Cocktail: honey liqueur, rose water, grapefruit juice, simple syrup, and grenadine

We’re posting this pretty late. I’d like to make a joke about targeting this post at people who forgot until the last minute, but I can’t because every store in the US has been shoving cupid’s arrows into our eyeballs for over a month. (I’m pretty sure we’re only a step away from getting online advertisements reminding us when our anniversaries are.)

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Swirly Apple Poison Punch

Swirly Apple Poison

There are plenty of awesome ways to trick out your Halloween treats – I’m going to pat myself on the back for that one – but many of them involve black lights, dry ice, fire, or food coloring, and I’d personally prefer to spend more time drinking my drinks than managing their levels of apparent radioactivity. (Plus, food coloring gives me the creeps. There are few things more disconcerting than taking a sip of a neon-blue, chocolate flavored cocktail).

Instead, we took a page from the highly gimmicky and extraordinarily disgusting Viniq, a liqueur that resembles nail polish and is so offensively flavored that it may in fact be better used for that purpose. To give you a quick description, it sort of tastes like somebody put cheap vodka in cheap wine and added the flavoring from purple Gatorade –

Oh, wait. That’s exactly what it is.

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St. Patrick’s Day Post #1: Salted Caramel Irish Coffee with Whiskey Espresso Caramel

Salted Caramel Irish Coffee with Whiskey Espresso Caramel

Unsurprisingly, Sarah and I were having a disagreement.

Because she has a way of convincing me that I should be a reasonably functioning adult, I agreed to be productive and write her some blog posts for St. Patrick’s Day. But what she couldn’t quite convince me of was to go about it like a kindergarten teacher.

“We don’t need to get drunk at every excuse,” was the gist of her argument.

“You’re only right because there’s no need for an excuse to be drunk.”

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