Foodie Fail
While not quite as out there as an “eat all parts” porcine purist, I like to think of myself as a bit of a foodie. I “heart” my farmer, shop local and eat seasonally. I appreciate fresh cheeses, own a Vitamix and can make a mean kale salad.
So it is with some embarrassment that I admit my cocktail of choice is a Cosmo. Updated with Pom juice, but a Cosmo none the less. With the exception an AOL email address nothing screams out of date 50 something than ordering a Cosmo.
With this in mind, it was with great anticipation that I ran out to buy the ingredients for an Americano as highlighted in a recent post on Food52. Promising a low alcohol cocktail that could be sipped while chopping and cooking up the latest foodie trend, I plunked down 30 dollars for Campari and sweet vermouth.
I mixed up equal parts Campari and vermouth and topped off with seltzer (home made of course) and admired the lovely red hue reflected on the counter. Even snapped a couple of photos.
Now to just sip casually while preparing supper for the family. Hmmm, well, yak. Cough syrup!! Memories of a past attempt to embrace what I thought was a sophisticated European beverage- Campari and soda, came flooding back. I have enjoyed swigging Vick’s 44 more than this. What was I thinking?!
I quickly tried adding more ice and more club soda. Lots more club soda. No, I just could not make at palatable. By this time family had returned from the matinee movie and were milling about in the kitchen. “What’s this” my daughter’s boyfriend asked. “My lame attempt at hipster libations” I replied, “have it if you like it”. The glass disappeared to the sound of pool being played downstairs.
I opened a bottle of Prosecco.