Bourbon – It’s all in the timing with hearts and glass

IMG_2053An Old Fashioned is a manly cocktail – in the courage and strength way.  When it’s properly made (the drink is bastardized far too easily these days), it’s seductive fragrance of vanilla and orange beguiles those first tentative sips before the fiery heel of alcohol kicks the back of your throat.  The drink conjures sepia images of copper stills, back roads in Kentucky and commerce between criminals. The addition of sugar in this drink evolved to increase its palatability when, arriving as it did, like moonshine, at speakeasies during prohibition.  These days, it’s not so rough and the addition of anything sweet should be kept to a minimum!  No crushed sugar cubes please!  No tablespoons of maple syrup.  Let the bourbon sing with only a drop or two of sweet syrup.  No more.  Here’s the recipe I use

Old Fashioned for 1 person 

A scant splash (really – just a few drops) of sugar syrup

A couple dashes of Angostura bitters

a strip of peel from an organic orange – be sure to remove any white pith with a sharp knife

2 ounces (60 ml) Bourbon (Maker’s Mark is a favourite but there are plenty of small batch Bourbons to experiment with – key word here is small batch.  Some people like rye whiskey (note: not Canadian whisky). I’m not one of them.)

2-3 ice cubes keeping in mind these will dilute the drink so no monster sized cubes please

Use a short glass with straight (ish is ok) sides and a heavy bottom, referred to as an old fashioned glass, not surprisingly.  Add the sugar syrup and the bitters to the glass.  Twist the orange peel upon itself before adding to the glass – this bruises the peel and releases the oils that will flavour the drink. You may want to use the handle of a wooden spoon to muddle the peel with the syrup and bitters before adding the bourbon to the glass.  Add the bourbon and a few ice cubes, stir and enjoy.  Mmmmm, now we get to the task at hand.

There are advantages to being married to a gearhead.  The oil in my car is always changed; my tires are rotated to correspond with the seasons; and the tire IMG_6017pressure is checked and filled for “optimal fuel efficiency”.  When something breaks, it gets fixed (albeit by voiding any warranty we may have had).  Most recently it was the vacuum cleaner.  Before that it was the washing machine.  Said motors are dismantled (in the hallway or the kitchen where they died) and left in a million tiny pieces. After a time [wife edits: don’t ask how long], they’re put back together again with precision that a watchmaker would envy [wife edits: are watches obsolete? Ergo, are watchmakers?].

It’s remarkable really.  I couldn’t assemble the ingredients for a cake without following a recipe, and I think there are less than 10 ingredients.  Okay, I could assemble them, but the cake wouldn’t turn out.  I couldn’t hit an on switch to hear the growl of a working motor and know “success” after baking a simple ordinary vanilla cake.

So you know after that lead in paragraph we’re headed into opposite territory, don’t you, dear reader?  The territory where there are disadvantages?  I’ll limit my recount to this last weekend’s task: re-assembling a glass greenhouse.   TheIMG_0558 gearhead took apart the thirty-year-old greenhouse at the beginning of the summer.  The ice storm in ‘98 destroyed the seals between the double panes, allowing water, condensation, and eventually green mould, to cloud the space between.  He disassembled the greenhouse and then he phoned around for quotes to get it fixed.  When we learned that the curved glass pieces would cost 1100 per pane (not to replace, to fix) (there are six of them), well, the gearhead decided his time as a glass expert had arrived.  Over the next few months, each curved pane of glass was taken apart, cleaned and reassembled.  We ate the cost on the straight glass pieces.

This is the picture that didn’t make it to this post – or any record really, except now in recollected sentences.  Here’s the image: the gearhead and I, along with the gearhead’s 87 year old mother, lowering large panes of glass into a flimsy aluminum frame.  Here’s the soundtrack: the gearhead salting every exhale of breath with words that would make a porn star blush, slang riffs on the more genteel “fellatio” and “copulation”, practically yelling the sweet nothings into the ears of an octogenarian trapped holding a ladder steady; a woman who sets the breakfast table with polished silver and side plates; a woman who has elevenses and keeps my kids pumped up with sugar biscuits and milky tea at four o-clock every day.  I would have been in fits of laughter if it weren’t for the extreme stress I experienced worrying the panes of glass would crash to bounce back shards to slice an artery with a silence as sinister and immediate as death itself.

The death scene played itself over and over in my mind.  It wasn’t funny at all.  I would like to say the completion of the reassembly was cause for celebration.  That I whipped up a few Old Fashioned cocktails to speed the experience into the foggy caverns of memory. In truth, I was exhausted.  We all were.  I went to bed before the kids and dreamt about copper swirls and moonbeams.

Maybe next time I have to put a greenhouse back together [wife edits: never], I’ll remember to have this delicious cocktail afterwards instead of the night before.IMG_2052

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8 thoughts on “Bourbon – It’s all in the timing with hearts and glass

  1. lauraj on said:

    It helps that I know the players, but even if I didn’t…you write so well.
    And I need a drink!


  2. sweet jeeebuz, that man’s got a mouth on him… his poor sainted mother!


  3. Reblogged this on (these are) Such Good Things and commented:
    Suzanne has been writing about Bourbon and Old Fashioned’s. I was lucky enough to have her make one for me last weekend – at the end of a very long week. It was perfect.


  4. What a great read! You have a knack for this. Of course knowing you guys well makes it seem more authentic.

    I am somewhat a Bourbon connoisseur as well. Currently I am sipping on “Buffalo Trace”, a fantastic value in a midrange bourbon. I’ll be having an Old fashioned this evening and it will probably be even less sweet than yours (this Sugarman ain’t a sugar man).

    Oh give me a home, where the Buffalo roam…….



  5. You have a vacuum cleaner in your car?


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