My mom had a copy of The Joy of Cooking for me when I came home today. It's Mother's Day and I get presents? Score! I also got fresh asparagus, rhubarb that I picked myself and a buttload of meat from a freshly-butchered hog. But no bacon.
Oh, why does it take so long to smoke the bacon so it's bacon? How do my parents run out? I mean, it can't possibly have anything to do with me taking a package or two every chance I get to keep a good stock in my freezer. And to give to The Boy I Currently Like (especially if he cooks it for me for breakfast). And to give as gifts to bribe people to like me. It's not like my sparkling wit and personality are winning me friends or anything.
But back to The Joy of Cooking. As I was perusing it, I came to the good-sized chunk of drink recipes in the front. In the gin section, there was a recipe for the gimlet. I've not had a gin gimlet for ages. So I made myself one. How did such a wonderful concoction of ginny, limey goodness escape my memory for so long? How? God, it's so good.
I'm a little ashamed of myself, but I believe gimlets might be my Jameson-and-ginger-ale of 2009.