Apples…or Alcohol?

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Umm, so yeah, this year’s canning season came to somewhat of an unceremonious end when, after a frightful number of attempts to find Calville Blancs, my favorite apple for canning (even above the Granny Smith), ended up all failing – from being promised a certain vendor would have them at the farmer’s market to a local heritage grower ignoring my attempts to contact to the produce manager at my husband’s store promising we could order some then flaking out over and over with our requests the eventually saying “oh I guess we can’t help you” to finding out after Portland Nursery’s apple event that they had them last weekend but they’re gone now? It actually made me pissed about apples in general. Like, hasn’t-2017-sucked-ass-enough-why-can’t-I have-my-goddamn-fruit-to-make-my-goddamn-applesauce kind of fury.

So of course, like an angry toddler, I told my husband “FUCK APPLES!” and that we’ll just get some heirloom trees to grow them ourselves when we move out to the country next year. No longer in a mood for canning, I used the rest of my quart jars for dry goods storage and, in my pissed-offed-ness, I decided for that hundred bucks or so that I was going to spend on a monstrous number of apples, I would spend that money at the fancy pants liquor store in the Pearl (one of the few where you can actually browse like a normal human being, not have to order it from behind a counter from an impatient dude who just wants to finish his shift) on some high end deliciousness.

Yes goddammit I bought Scotch and Vodka. Sixty bucks for a simple bottle of Dalwhinnie 15 year because it triggered a very sweet old memory of riding the last – and VERY crowded – train out of Aviemore during a massive snowstorm at the end of a journey up to Grantown on Spey, Scotland, 7 years ago. The fella I was with at the time and I played cards and shared our table and snacks with two others who were also returning to Kent via London, and I remember glancing out the window and snapping a shot of a snow-covered countryside and a sign for the Dalwhinnie Distillery. So, while the Scotch isn’t Speyside, it is still lovely. And, sadly, $60 ain’t much in the Scotch universe, but that’s all I could justify. Not as lingering of a finish as Glenmorangie and others, but had a lovely natural sweetness that could go with ice or in a bit of hot cider. Yum.

Along with that, I bought two local vodkas, trying the relatively inexpensive Bridge City Vodka for the first time (love the special edition version I got with the St. John’s Bridge on it just a few miles from my house) and picking up an old favorite, Crater Lake Vodka. While back in the day I was known for throwing some pretty awesome Solstice Parties, as I loved mixing cocktails, on the rare times when I bring vodka home these days, the purpose is usually not for entertaining (beyond Dan & I) but to try some new recipes out.

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First…homemade vanilla extract! My husband used to make it back in his Oz days but I’d never tried it, so finally I’m doing it as we go through SO much vanilla, and what better than to do it with a cup of the Bridge City vodka (which btw is a great Oregon success story of a guy who transitioned out of a dying timber industry and found success in a new trade) and direct trade vanilla beans using a recipe straight out of one of my Karen Solomon cookbooks (my new favorite? Madecasse beans from a company started by two ex-Peace Corps volunteers wanting to give back to where they volunteered in Madagascar…rad). Side note: you can find a similar recipe here. We’re only on the third day of shaking it so by the holidays we should have something very lovely to use.

Second…ginger liqueur. Talk about YUM! I made this in our pre-IVF days in an effort to have a homemade version of my favorite drink flavoring by local distiller New Deal, and it was so good that now that we are no longer indundating my body with hormones, I wanted to take advantage and make a new batch for the holidays. We use honey instead of agave for the sweetener and beyond that it’s not too tough – let the chopped ginger sit in vodka for a couple weeks, add the simple syrup and honey in then let it sit a few more weeks and voila!

Neither of these two look very sexy as they steep, but when it’s time for something to warm the tummy around Thanksgiving or so, the ginger liqueur will be so perfect for hot toddies and hell, I can’t WAIT to use our own vanilla for baking!!

So yeah, now that I’ve got these projects kicked off, I think I can see past not peeling and chopping 50 lbs of apples…yeah, I will sorely miss the chunky applesauce this year but when I pull out the eggnog and get to add a wee bit of Scotch to it? I’ll find a way to survive.

  One thought on “Apples…or Alcohol?

  1. October 25, 2017 at 11:09 am

    This post is spectacular.

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  2. October 25, 2017 at 12:57 pm

    Oh, I’d be screaming “FUCK APPLES” too! And I’m halfway curious to try making my own vanilla extract, but as a recovering alcoholic, part of me wonders fearfully “but what would the neighbors think?” Which is stupid, because, just like apples, FUCK WHAT THE NEIGHBORS THINK. Sorry you didn’t get your apples, but it sounds like you got some good consolation prizes😊

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    • October 25, 2017 at 1:34 pm

      Well once you get the vanilla beans inside the Vodka it’ll taste like crap haha

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      • October 25, 2017 at 1:42 pm

        😄

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        • October 25, 2017 at 3:34 pm

          Btw if u want we could do a holiday trade for a half pint of your cantaloupe jam!

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        • October 25, 2017 at 4:32 pm

          Ooh, that would be a deal, but the cantaloupe jam didn’t set. It is more like a vanilla cantaloupe sundae topping. We’ve been using it on ice cream and cake and such. I think Mr B even used some in some coleslaw. If you’re interested in vanilla cantaloupe sundae topping, it’s on!

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        • October 25, 2017 at 5:05 pm

          Haha no but let me know if you have anything else you want to do a trade for 🙂

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        • October 25, 2017 at 5:17 pm

          I’m making vanilla pear jam tomorrow. Maybe some cinnamon pear, too, of there’s enough pears for a batch

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  3. October 25, 2017 at 2:23 pm

    Lol, this is an awesome post! I almost want to go out on the street yelling “Fuck Apples”!

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  4. Dan
    October 25, 2017 at 3:55 pm

    I’ll second Aimee’s thoughts and add a little extra flavour…FUCK THE APPLES and the fucking apple cart they didn’t fucking arrive in. And the fuck-knuckles who didnt seem to give two shits to steer us in the right direction. But hey, we do have us some fine likker to imbibe and keep us warm over the coming cooler months.

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  5. October 26, 2017 at 7:06 am

    The ginger liqueur sounds amazing. Is it like Stones Green Ginger Wine? I imagine it#s more syruppy. Sounds lush. I find I can’t drink wine or fizzy wine any more, I’m in bits after the second glass, with a banging head and failing speech (is that middle-age?). I’m much better on liqueur and I find vodka-based stuff can be a bit of a pick-me-up….

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    • October 26, 2017 at 7:37 am

      It’s more syrupy. I like it mixed in with a lemon drop martini rather than straight, or in a hot toddy. Yeah I’m the same way with wine and most alcohol – one drink and I’m done, ever since stopping fertility treatments …with exception of when we were in France where I was a total lush and my body did not protest no matter how much wine and cheese and croissants I fed it 🙂

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      • October 26, 2017 at 7:44 am

        Lemon and ginger is a classic combination. I wonder if the hormones change your tolerance in some way – I was definitely less able to process alcohol after being nuked in various ways

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        • October 26, 2017 at 7:45 am

          Interesting as I just assumed it was because I had gone off alcohol for almost 2 years and was a lightweight again like when I was a teenager… But that could very well be it as well as I definitely attribute my retina spontaneously detaching to the heavy, long term stress I was under and all the stuff I was putting in my body (since my doctor said they had no idea why it happened)…

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        • October 26, 2017 at 8:26 am

          I do think you can’t underestimate the stress the cycles put your body under – I wouldn’t be surprised if your retina was due to that

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  6. October 26, 2017 at 7:07 am

    Loving the comments above – “fuck-knuckles” 🙂

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