Monthly Archives: August 2009

Cocktail of the Week: The Pinkerton


Pinkertons

Pinkertons


As the Bun was rummaging through the refrigerator the other day he said, “Hey, we still have mint – we should make Southsides before it goes bad.” I immediately thought that it was time for a new application for the mint and a new cocktail for SW.

As a kid, I loved Country Time pink lemonade – the pink, specifically. No triangle jokes, please. I learned well after my thirsty childhood that the pink powder really bore no difference in taste to the regular yellow stuff and discovered that good pink lemonade is made with the addition of real raspberry or strawberry. I don’t think I have ever made good pink lemonade of the child-friendly variety, so I decided to go ahead with my adult version, which would use the innocuous flavor of vodka to enhance the pleasure of its refreshment. With the judicious addition of fresh mint, I think that this one sealed the deal as a summer-time keeper. The name is a product of my own fit of whimsy, based on the color, so don’t go ordering this libation at the local dive, unless you plan to bring your own strawberries and guide the bartender through the blending process. Do, however, invite your friends over for this one. Be ready to make a second batch.*

In a blender, combine:
5-7 whole strawberries
1 cup of vodka
(I use Skyy)
1-2 sprigs of mint, leaves only
1-2 tablespoons of simple syrup, or to taste

Cover and blend this all together until the strawberries and mint are completely puree-d. Strain through a fine strainer and into a small serving pitcher, stirring the pulp of the fruit around until all of the liquid is through the strainer. To serve, pour into rocks or short glasses filled with ice, evenly distributing amongst four glasses. Top off each glass with club soda and stir gently, adding a mint leaf for garnish, if desired.

*Dear friends Keith and Mario enjoyed a few rounds of this cocktail with us during the Market Days weekend and we quickly found that one round may have been enough! Check out Keith’s shout out to SW on his blog, but be warned, he’s hilarious, but not for the faint-hearted!

Dishes from My Childhood: Salmon Cakes


Salmon Cakes

Salmon Cakes

People always ask the question, “where did you learn to cook?”  Sometimes, my snotty response is something like, “well, my mother was such a bad cook that I knew there had to be something better, so I learned how to cook the right way.”  This is not entirely true.  Hope was not one of the great chefs of the world, but she did the best she could.  She had a fussy husband (and my two finicky brothers) whose culinary spirit of adventure was non-existent.  The man refused to eat rice, for crying out loud!  As she said, he would have been happy eating bologna sandwiches on preservative-rich white bread for the rest of his life.  One thing I never appreciated until later was the fact that Hope is actually an adventurous eater, and one who truly relishes the taste of food.  Sadly, my dad never got it.  My mom said that the military ruined any chance for Carter to actually like food; eating was always just perfunctory to him.   

One of the greatest things I can thank mum for is exposing me to fruits and vegetables that were not part of a normal kid’s diet (at least for where and when I grew up).  We had pomegranates, kiwis, starfruits, papayas, and many other exotic treats after dinner, just me and mum.  My dad was completely uninterested and I think my brothers just never saw the point in eating such things.  When my aunt Louella brought a case of artichokes from California with her on a visit, you can bet that it was me, mum, and Lou who ate every single one.  I must’ve been about six or seven then, and I am grateful for the memory of eating those huge, crazy thistles for the first time.   

Beyond the exotic fruits and vegetables there are certain things that Hope prepared that I still love.  It has a lot to do with nostalgia, but I do think that certain dishes really were just plain good, at the root of them.  Her stew made of potatoes, bacon, and green beans, for example, is simple food designed to fill you up with very little cost; you change it up a bit and suddenly, it is a rich, smoky, warm potato salad laced with vinegar and grainy mustard.  Her roasted brisket with carrots and potatoes informs my holiday preparations every year.  She also taught me to make simple, delicious, and tasty salmon cakes.  There are no secrets here – just a few simple ingredients and some messy hands.  What’s great about them is how quickly they come together for an easy meal, and if you try them once, I think you’ll find yourself keeping the ingredients for them on hand at all times.  Don’t be scared of canned salmon, but if you are not into cleaning it up with your hands, you can get skinless, boneless versions in either smaller cans or in those foil pouches – just be prepared to spend a little extra money there and to miss some of the good fats that are in the salmon skin.  If you are like me, as soon as these hit the pan, you’ll be back in your childhood home on that first spring day when it was warm enough to have the windows wide open.  *sigh*  Love you, mumma.