|You need just the right glass and just the right garnish for a Manhattan.|
Typically a Saturday night at my empty nest includes dinner with the hub and maybe a movie. Sure we share a glass of wine or two (or three), but that's about it for social activity. But let me fill you in on what lead up to the past Saturday night which was quite out of the ordinary for us.
On New Year's Day my sister was pondering the fact that I had a Book Club and why couldn't we start a cocktail club. We'd feature a special cocktail of the week and enjoy one, just one, drink-e-poo and perhaps a bite or two.
Oh, yeah, we all thought that was a great idea as we were headed home from a New Year's Day open house at my daughter's. Time passes. We mentioned it once or twice and nothing materialized until my sister bought a bottle of Jameson's Irish Whiskey. She'd been watching Blue Bloods and pictured herself enjoying two fingers of whiskey with Frank and Erin, maybe Danny.
Manhattan popped into my mind right away. Sometimes I miss the city. I have the perfect glasses for a drink. Small sized martini glasses from another era that I got at a Thrift store. I'm all about the glass - I can only drink wine from a glass with a stem. Well, I have drunk it in a red Solo Cup, but only under extreme circumstances and with a lot less enjoyment than when I'm quaffing from an elegant vessel.
So our first meeting of the Cocktail Club was scheduled. I checked my Bartender's Bible and found that the Manhattan has an interesting history. The drink was developed for Lady Jenny Churchill, (Brooklyn born mother of Winston) and served at The Manhattan Club at a banquet she gave honoring a lawyer, Samuel J. Tilden. He happened to prosecute the Tweed Ring, a group of politicians who stole millions from NYC. Imagine that, unsavory politicians.
I also had to procure bitters and sweet vermouth (with a marachino cherry for garnish) to make the drink. Other versions use dry vermouth (a dry Manhattan) or both dry and sweet (Perfect Manhattan), but I wanted to start off as a purist for the first time.
|Tim built us a fire and we enjoyed our Manhattan, warm and toasty from the heat and the whiskey.|
Yadda, yadda, yadda - my son, daughter-in-law and Cobee came up to our house to get some help cutting new closet doors down to size for the baby's room, Meredith and Nick stopped by as well.
|I always welcome a visit from my favorite canine and his parents.|
|It's always divine to have the whole family together.|
A divine Saturday night that included a pizza party after the Cocktail Club all the while keeping the fire stoked.
We found some cocktails named for family members. There's the Old Groaner and the Old Groaner's Wife,(!), Old Nick and Poor Tim. I'll let you know what we decide on next, whatever it is will be divine.