“I’ll let you be… macrobiotic… / if you let me have some pie.” – The Bobs
All things in their season? Not when there are strawberries somewhere in the world and the remarkably carbon-footprint-indifferent Whole Foods to bring them to me. Hooray for strawberries in late October! And hooray for sparing just a few from the Great Berry Massacre of 25th October for a new cocktail.
Having Manhattan’ed myself out for the past week or two, I was in the mood for something a little lighter and fruity. George Clooney was unavailable.
Strawberry Moon
One big-ass mutant strawberry, or two normal helpless strawberry victims, hulled
2 oz Tanqueray 10 gin
.5 oz Gran Classico bitters
.25 oz Amaretto
dash Bittercube Jamaican Bitters #1
Combine the gin and strawberry in a shaker. Muddle the hell out of them. Add everything else and shake mercilessly. Double-strain into a cocktail glass or a coupe. Further torture it by telling it you’ll give it a garnish. Then serve it without one. Sip and shake a tiny, angry fist at the rain and gloom.
It was way too easy to make and down the second one of these for the night. But hey. I had to take the picture.
Tanqueray 10 is really best for this drink, but you could go for any gin that’s not too junipery / herbal. There’s really no getting around the Gran Classico. Aperol or Campari will make a different (but probably pretty good) drink, but if you use Campari, I’d cut the amount in half. The bitters are hard to find. They have a touch of sweet, clovey spice to them, so if you had some Benedictine lying around, you could try that. Or Becherovka. If you go this way, you might try adding a dash of Regan’s Orange Bitters #6 as well to get that little bit of bitter finish on it.
Since I’m now just making shit up, I will stop. Next up: a runthrough of our fall menu.
Good news..I think. In one way it makes your drink more virtuous. Sorry. But that in no way diminshes your badassness. Rebecca Staffel, who makes the incredible jam at Deluxe Foods, says there are organic and conventional fall strawberries grown in Washington. They are supposed to be incredibly good. Why don’t we all know this?
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Happy Halloween,
Michele (Yep, we know each other, but I won’t reveal your secret identity, Blondechick!)