Sometimes, you decide that the best way to celebrate a long weekend is to spend Sunday night gorging yourselves on delicious food and pretending like you’re going to play games. Because really you will get to the games you just have to eat this morbier and this sorbet is amazing and damn we need to make a cocktail to celebrate this shit. Luckily, you have a resident booze master who will take all of your ideas and shake them up into something with a silly name. Thus the New Elder Wood is born.
It all started with gin, it frequently starts with gin. But there was also most of a bottle of St. Germain and that shit makes everything seem fancy. How could we possibly combine the two for maximum deliciousness? Dear internet, you did not let me down. I was pretty excited about the Can Can Martini, partly for its straightforwardness and partly for its implicit condoning of my falling over underpants showing that goes hand in hand with martini times. Most of the internet agreed that if you just throw a bit of St. G in your gin and soda you will love your life and the soda gives the illusion of restraint since you’re not drinking just booze so that was a compelling choice as well. Two options, that are easy enough to mix when you’re closing one eye? Perfect. Until our lovely hostess threw a wrench into our plans with "oh I have this pear vodka too, we should use that."
What follows is an approximation of the drink. Andy didn’t write it down and it kept evolving over the course of the night and frankly becoming more and more delicious with each glass.
The New Elder Wood
New Amsterdam Gin
St. Germain
Pear vodka
Lime freshly squozen
Soda (optional)
- Shake it but then pause and say "shit, I shouldn’t be shaking this, it bruises the gin." Continue to shake it.
- Top it with soda if you like (we did away with that after the first round).
- Drink it out of a pretty glass because you are fancy. Teal is a good color choice.
- Enjoy with fine company and dick jokes.
- Totally forget this was supposed to be a game night and squeeze in a couple hands of The Great Dalmuti before getting sidetracked and talking about dirty books.
