This one is a little more complicated.
- 3 dashes bitters
- 1 teaspoon water
- 1 sugar cube
- 3 ounces blended whiskey
- 1 orange slice
- 1 maraschino cherry
What is "muddling," you ask? Excellent question. It consists of crushing or grinding the ingredient in question. Ordinarily, you'd use a small, bat-shaped piece of wood, rather like a pestle (and called a "muddler"), to do this.
I don't have a muddler, but fortunately, this drink doesn't require one. I also didn't have sugar cubes, so I used a teaspoon of sugar. I came, I saw, I muddled. Combining the water, bitters and sugar, I proceeded to mash the sugar into the resultant fluid for all I was worth. Then I added the ice, whiskey, and garnishes. (I forgot the swizzle sticks, however.) As for whiskey, I had a little Seagram's 7 left; and that seemed to work pretty well.
This was not the first time I'd concocted an old-fashioned, but it came out much, much better this time. (Last time I actually did have sugar cubes, but I didn't understand the concept of "muddling" too well.) In contrast to the myriad cocktails out there nowadays that taste exactly alike (do you have ANY idea how many variations there are on the whiskey, lemon juice, and sugar theme?), this drink is truly unique. It has a sophisticated, mellow flavor that's redolent of grain, but doesn't burn or sting or overpower. The bitters and sugar smooth the whiskey out, make the drink pleasantly bittersweet (no surprise there), and are themselves reined in by the hint of orange. And then there's the cherry for dessert. This is a grand, grand drink, undeniably one of the royal family of cocktails.
As an interesting side note, I first heard of the old-fashioned when I watched that hilarious epic, It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World. Jim Backus's character, Mr. Fitzgerald, gets drunk on old-fashioneds while flying Mickey Rooney and Buddy Hackett to Santa Rosita. He is subsequently knocked out, and Mickey and Buddy have to land the plane somehow.
"Quit clowning around, will you, and make us some drinks! Just press the button back there marked booze!"
4 comments:
This one sounds more to my taste than the Rusty Nail, even though I love the name, "Rusty Nail."
I love bittersweet drinks. And bittersweet chocolate. I can't stand grapefruit however.
When I used to do a lot of poetry readings, I had a tradition of always drinking whiskey sours before reading.
This one's definitely a classic. And if you like bittersweet, this is definitely the cocktail for you.
Can't stand grapefruit? Steer clear of greyhounds, then. They're screwdrivers but with grapefruit juice.
You did poetry readings? In public? Before an audience?
How does a screwdriver become a greyhound? That's so random. Why is a screwdriver called that anyway?
I used to do a lot of poetry readings, back when I was at Louisiana State University. There was a pretty strong poetry community there. Do you know who Andrei Codrescu is? He was one of my professors, and my across-the-street neighbor.
Beats me. I guess they just cast around for names and "greyhound" seemed nice and simple. There wasn't any other kind of "driver" available. I think "screw" is some kind of bartending code for "orange juice." I've noticed this correlation in my bartending textbooks.
I BELIEVE I HAVE HEARD THAT NAME. Andrei Codrescu, that is. You actually knew him?! And did poetry readings with him?
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