I love hot drink season. There's something so nice about
serving someone a warm drink that's so buttery it's almost a
pastry. One recipe I found called for 1/2tsp butter which is
just comically small. The one major flaw with this mix is that
it puts in all the water first, which makes it too cool by the
time everything's all mixed. If I were to make it again (and I
will!) I'd mix all the liquid ingredients separately, dissolve
the syrup in half the water, mix the two, and then add the
last half of the water to get everything nice and toasty for
serving.
One cocktail book I have advocates for just shoving a red hot
poker into the glass and heating it that way, but I think
that's a little too hardcore for me.
First, let me lay my cards on the table: I like alcoholic
beverages. I'm not much of a drinker as such—it only takes a
drink or two to get me feeling Done for the night and I very
rarely even hit that limit—but I really enjoy the depth and
breadth of flavor offered by both spirits and cocktails.
They're particularly good at expressing flavor outside the
savory/sugary spectrum that most other comestibles occupy.
Spirits and cocktails are a particular interest of mine, and
that definitely shapes my feelings on this subject to some
degree.
But that's not the heart of my complaint. As someone who makes
a lot of cocktails, I consider it part of my basic hospitality
to have non-alcoholic options available for people who want
them for any reason. And I don't just mean the basics like a
can of soda—I keep a thorough repertoire of non-alcoholic
mixed drinks on hand specifically so I can make
everyone something that feels fancy and tailored to
their palate.
It's from this angle that I mostly approach the category of
"non-alcoholic spirits", and through this lens that I find it
lacking. Part of it is that most of the ones I've
tasted—admittedly not a terribly broad swath—just
aren't very good. They lack textural body and their flavors
are often just a bunch of separate notes that don't come
together into a unified whole. But the heart of what bothers
me is that they're aping alcoholic spirits, and
there's no reason to do that.
In fairness, "no reason" may be overstating my case a bit. I'm
sure there are compelling marketing reasons to describe
something as "non-alcoholic gin" or "zero proof whiskey", but
I don't think it does the product itself any favors. It
simultaneously oversells and undersells the so-called spirit
by standing it up for an impossible comparison while also
failing to say anything about what it actually is. Is
it water, oil, or vinegar based? Is it an infusion, a
decoction, or a percolation? What flavor profile is it
bringing to the table? All of these are critical questions
when actually planning to drink a spirit or mix it in
a cocktail, but they're all overshadowed by the framing as a
"spirit replacement".
A chemical aside: why are non-alcoholic spirits so different?
The experience of drinking a liquid has a lot of sensory
components. There's the texture and even temperature of the
liquid, the "burning" sensation of a high alcohol content, the
flavor on your tongue, and the scents in your nose (which
themselves change over the course of a single sip). The
temperature is pretty easy to control. The alcohol burn is
hard to replicate and debatable whether it's even
worthwhile[1]. But the parts in between—flavor and texture—are more
complicated, and intimately tied to the actual chemistry at
play.
For better or for worse, ethanol (the chemical name for what
we commonly call "alcohol" in beverages) is particularly good
at providing both flavor and texture.…
I take pride in my cocktail mixing. I've put in a lot of work
into honing my judgment of flavor combinations, learning how
to construct an effective cocktail recipe, and building a
stable of excellent ingredients. Whenever anyone comes to
visit my house, I do my best to give them a beverage
experience that's perfectly tailored to their desires, whether
it's sweet or bitter, punchy or mild, alcoholic or not.
Although sometimes experimentalism takes me in a direction
that is not worth repeating, by and large I believe the drinks
I make are excellent.
But excellent is not always what's called for.
Liz
and I used to love going out to bars. Our signature move was
to take off work early of an afternoon, show up just as the
doors opened around 4pm or so, and just shoot the breeze with
the bartender during the easiest hours of their shift.
Bartenders are great conversation because they're always up to
something else in their lives, and the best ones
also care a lot about the craft of serving people
just what they want. We'd stick around for a few hours, get
some snacks, maybe order dinner if the bar served it or head
out for pizza, and end up home by 8pm feeling like we'd had a
full night out.
All that ended, of course, in 2020. Other than a few
mostly-outdoor visits during the vaccine honeymoon[1], we haven't been back to a bar since, and every day I miss
that experience of lazily sipping on the latest Negroni
variant while merrily chatting with someone who an hour ago
was a total stranger to me.
For Liz, that experience was wrapped up inseparably with the
particular flavors of happy hour, during which bars served
cheaper drinks off a special menu to draw customers. Happy
hour drinks are usually well-known classics such as a
Manhattan, and they're usually substantially less fancy than a
cocktail bar's primary menu. They'll often use only "well"
ingredients, the inexpensive stuff that the bar buys in bulk
to form the backbone of cocktails that are then made more
flavorful with higher-shelf ingredients.
So when that's where Liz's mood takes her, I put away my
high-end vermouth and adulterate my usual mixing whisky.
Sometimes an excellent experience calls for mediocre
flavor, and I try never to let my pride get in the way of
mixing the right drink for the moment.
Our cheeky term for summer/fall 2021, in the
all-to-brief gap between getting vaccinated and
vaccine-resistant COVID variants taking over the world,
when people at large were still taking common-sense
precautions despite COVID numbers being lower than
they've ever been since. In some sense I miss those days
even more than I miss the era before the pandemic,
because in those days I really believed that people…
(cw: talk about death [specifically mine,
theoretically])
As of today I have (officially) stayed alive with Type
1 diabetes for ten years1. I’ve done a little bit of reading on the history of
Type 1 treatment, one of the first acute conditions
turned chronic through medical intervention (thank
you, Drs. Banting, Macleod, and Best). The longer I
live, the more “I would have died by now” milestones I
pass, and the more I am reminded of how grateful I am
for advances in diabetes treatment. I have passed the
“I would have lived this long on a starvation diet”
milestone. In a few years, I’ll probably make it past
the “lethal atherosclerosis” line, then the “renal
failure” line, assuming I retain access to current
diabetes and other medical technology2. I’ll probably also mostly avoid the non-lethal
sequelae, the blindness and the amputations and the
peripheral neuropathies. Apparently in a few years
I’ll need to start taking statins even if my
cholesterol is good, because diabetes often brings
vascular complications. As good as diabetes technology
is, I am, fundamentally, manually running one of the
primary metabolic loops in the human body. It’s
decidedly imperfect even when running at top
performance.
It's really tough for me to read this post which is, to a
substantial degree, about the hypothetical of my wife dying.
But I think it's worth sharing both as a celebration of the
fact that she is very much alive and as a meditation on what
life is like with only the ongoing application of modern
medical treatment between oneself and the void.
Also, I gotta say, I am pretty proud of that
beverage. The flavors meld really well—I wanted to make sure
the black sesame was still very much the primary note, which
it absolutely is, while giving it a bit of richness with the
scotch and cacao as well as a touch of liveliness with the
amaretto and absinthe. I might actually seek out more black
sesame ice cream to be able to make this for friends.