Tomorrow, some dear friends are rolling in from out of town, and I’ve been eager all week. The evening will not feature Elyn’s masterful kitchen skills, but when the inquiry was made into fine drinks, my reply was “OH HELLS YES.”
When enough people give me sufficient cause and forewarning, my first thought is punch. Yes, making individual drinks of excellence is always a pleasure, but there is something to be said for the charms of the flowing bowl. By ‘something,’ I mean a significant, tangible something. If everyone can have the same drink, and it is objectively delicious, the shared-experience factor that we are already familiar with (in this age of over-sharing) becomes a thing to be treasured and, if I do my job correctly, marveled at.
I truly love these people coming to visit tomorrow, and what better way to show that than with a labor of love in drinkable form? I just got done prepping the oleo-saccharum, and I’m always blown away by it. I don’t think I ever want to make a punch without it.
Be jealous of these smells.
Also, I finally got the WordPress app to let me in! Posting on the go! Hooray for accessibility!