It's Friday -- time for a drink. @daisy17 and I are already plotting and planning this evening's post-work drink destination. Despite the slightly warmer temperature, I'm still in the mood for brown & stirred drinks. This Manhattan-y variation from Pegu Club might do the trick tonight:
Little Italy 2 oz. rye (Pegu uses Rittenhouse 100) 1/2 oz. Cynar 3/4 oz. sweet vermouth (Pegu uses Martini & Rossi) Stir ingredients with ice in a mixing glass and strain into a chilled coupe. Garnish with 2 Luxardo cherries, skewered.
My friend Beth wrote a great piece in the New York Times about the joy of car radio surfing. We were commenting back and forth on Facebook about it and she mentioned that in an earlier draft she had mentioned a day she heard me singing "Stand By" on WLIR one morning before school. I had totally forgotten about that (and still not sure I remember why they let me sing on the air . . .)
To put it mildly, I am not a morning person. Minor annoyances -- like when the top of my leakproof coffee mug decides that it doesn't want to seal shut properly, thereby rendering it UN-leakproof -- send me into a rage. (On the flip side, when it started working again, it made my day.)
It's amazing how quickly one's thoughts about winter in NYC can shift from "the snow makes everything look so lovely and serene -- it's a winter wonderland!" to "how am I expected to get around with these massive piles of filthy snow and ankle-deep puddles of nasty slush, especially when the damn trains aren't functioning properly!?!?" Deep breaths.
One of the albums I remember most from my childhood is Pete Seeger and Arlo Guthrie Together in Concert. RIP, Pete. You made the world a better place. My uncle would have been very sad to hear that you're gone, but maybe he's got a better seat at your concerts now.