cocktail notes

ok, look. strawberries are in season, and the market shelves are buckling under the weight of fine local product. they are a perfectly delicious fruit, and i need to stop hating them. hate is really just a perverted form of love. hate = love + weaponry.

so i thought i’d plunge straight into the gaping, glucose-glazed maw of the beast: attempting to make a palatable version of the strawberry daiquiri. i simply started with a hemingway daiquiri (aka papa doble), and swapped out some of the sugar with muddled strawberries. [note: i should give mad props where mad props are due... i was turned on to the hemingway daiquiri because i'd had a superb one at eccolo. i would say that most drinks ive had there have been unimpressive (and small, and expensive). but that one was a home run.]

4 oz vodka
4 oz cachaca
4.5 oz grapefruit juice
1.5 oz lime
2 T (1 oz) sugar
2 small, very ripe strawberries (blue moon farms)
1/2 tsp maraschino liqueur
8 drops grapefruit bitters

[note: my version of the h.d. uses a higher grapefruit:lime ratio and a lot less maraschino than the interweb's version. but my version is great. so suck it, interweb.]

muddle strawberries with sugar. combine with all other ingredients and shake without ice until sugar is dissolved. then shake with ice, double strain, garnish with grapefruit peel.

i made a quadruple because that’s how much juice my one grapefruit produced.

i miscalculated how much sugar i needed in part because a) cachaca b) red grapefruit. still, definitely drinkable and delicious. next time 1 T sugar should be fine. obv strawberry ripeness plays a role.

…all this time i’ve been spelling it ‘dacquiri’ because i was thinking of ‘dacquoise‘.

i’m seriously considering looking for a job behind a bar somewhere. don’t care doing what. toweling glasses, serving water, being a eunuch.