It has come to my attention that you’re using the wrong glass. It was forgivable in college when everything was served in that red plastic cup. A mixed drink? Red plastic cup. Shots? Red plastic...
Read More →Some of us swirl ice delicately about a glass, waiting for the frosty glow to darken the crystal and to chill our fingers before we let the pungent concoction, mixed moments earlier, slosh into its...
Read More →As a southerner, I am a mojito expert. We spend countless hours in creaky rockers on old, sagging porches, and never far out of reach is a glass dipping with condensation that is half-full of...
Read More →If you’re like us, then you probably love whiskey. Whether it’s bourbon, rye or scotch, you just can’t get enough. And lucky for us, Patrick over at There Will Be Bourbon keeps our whiskey cravings...
Read More →The holidays may be over, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still enjoy this killer Spiced Manhattan recipe from Sommer and her husband, Lieutenant Dan, over at A Spicy Perspective. Check out the recipe here: http://www.aspicyperspective.com/2012/11/manhattan-cocktail-recipe.html...
Read More →Valentine’s Day is almost here, and that can only mean one thing: it’s time to overdose on candy! When it comes to conversation hearts, there are two parties. There are those who hate them and...
Read More →Did you know there’s a science behind why we shake or stir a cocktail? Join us in our first installment of Mixology 101 to look at when to shake and when to stir. So, what’s...
Read More →I can remember the first time I sank my teeth into the pungent, dense black block some people call candy. My young face scrunched up in disgust and protest. How could my dad like this...
Read More →I watch in titillated anticipation as a field of small hairs on my body lift up; goosebumps follow, dotting my pale skin with a nervous and excited tell. My lips push apart to let my lungs...
Read More →As I slide my phone into my pocket, I glance at the time. 3:17. I find myself standing, lingering really, near the doors to the square, characterless communications building on campus. My tattered black backpack...
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