![]() ![]() ![]() The recipe comes from Barefoot Contessa at Home. In fact, writing about this is tempting me to go squeeze out the rest of the lemons and limes in the fridge for another round. No one seemed to mind, but I bet ice cold would be even better. I think my guests and I made it through the entire batch in the first 30 minutes of the party.įor the record, I didn’t bother with the cocktail shaker step because I made a pitcher of them and had kept everything in the fridge until just before serving. Once combined with the sugar syrup and the smooth whiskey, these drinks were fantastic. I nearly got a hand cramp from reaming the eight limes and six lemons required to make two cups of fresh-squeezed citrus and I was very grateful I had no paper cuts. ![]() (And then I got impatient, launched the blog and made it a post-launch.) Another friend kindly offered to donate a half bottle of Gibson’s Whiskey that she had lying around and didn’t think she’d drink on her own, so I decided to make it what that. Her recipe calls specifically for Jack Daniel’s and who am I to doubt Ina? But when I made a batch, I didn’t love them and I wondered if perhaps I wasn’t as enchanted with Whiskey Sours as I once had been.īut I was determined to make them for my pre-blog launch on Saturday night. Still, I wanted to give them a try at home, so I was ecstatic when the Barefoot Contessa included a recipe in her latest book, Barefoot Contessa at Home. It seems the secret is to have one at a hotel bar and every time I’ve done this, it has been successful. I’ve had pitiful recreations at some bars where the bartender believes mixing whiskey and lime-ade will fulfill the need. (And a dress, people, what kind of blog do you think this is?) Makes me want to sing Danke Schoen while prancing around in heels and a frilly, white apron. There is something deliciously retro about a Whiskey Sour. L’Occitaine products in the bathroom, three soft pillows on the bed and turn-down service this is exactly why I never stay at hostels) sparked what would become a several-year quest to find the perfect replica. That tall drink sipped in the plush lounge of the Four Seasons in Vancouver (two nights of luxury while on assignment in my hometown. I drank my first Whiskey Sour at the behest of my friend Julie who had spent two years in Ireland where she developed a taste for the amber liquor. ![]()
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