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The Gin-zing

The Gin-zing

This past Friday brought the first of a summer’s worth of shortened afternoons at my company.

One marked improvement over my past place of employment is the option of banking 2.5 hours during the week in order to leave 2.5 hours early each and every Friday June through September.  But since the Everyman and I commute together, last year I spent most of my afternoons off shopping, running errands or checking out the local farmer’s market until he finished work.

The first one this year was true to form.  After hightailing it over to the closest passport office to get myself renewed for an upcoming trip, I strolled back to the mall and made a pit stop at the LCBO.  I relish a trip to our province’s liquor control board as much as I do my rare jaunts to the grocery store.  Wandering aimlessly from aisle to aisle taking in the newest trends in libations, I often find myself getting inspired.  Since months can go by without a visit to the liquor store, nearly every time I go I find something new.

This time was no different.  Just north of the Vintages section in the cabinet full of premium spirits I found an interesting and new blend called Domaine de Canton ginger liqueur.  Encased in a stylized frosted bottle reminiscent of a thick stalk of bamboo, the spicy sweet liqueur was too unique to pass up.  I’m pretty sure Canton has been sold in the US for some time, but this is the first I’d ever seen or heard of it north of the border.  It didn’t take me long to decide that it should come home with me too, though it squeezed out the purchase of a bottle of 3 Olives Rootbeer Vodka due to space and upper body constraints.

Once home, the Everyman and I collaborated on a drink I’ve christened The Gin-zing because the ginger-based bevy has an unexpectedly flavourful kick.

There’s No Place Like Home

Flavored Syrup

Imitation is supposedly the sincerest form of flattery.

I never felt that was the case when I showed up at work only to find another coworker had bought the same purse, belt or other accessory to an outfit that I’d worn the week before.  If anything, it would aggravate me when another person wanted to be just like me.  I sometimes wonder if chefs feel the same way, and I often assume that they do.  So I do feel a little bit of guilt when I take something of theirs and try to make it my own, but not too much…

I’ll admit, on top of creating my own unique dishes, I enjoy going out to restaurants and then recreating (and improvising) their signature dishes at home.  I can credit Grant from The Black Hoof with inspiring me to get back into charcuterie and (I think his name is Jeff) from Czehoski with reigniting my love of mixing cocktails.  Call me greedy, but sometimes I just want to be able to enjoy the thing I want (a drink, cured meat or other) in the comfort of my own home without having to get all dolled up and spending most of my night in a crowded, noisy restaurant.  Sometimes the need to be able to hear oneself thinking outweighs the love of a killer cocktail.

So in honor of that, I give you my take on the infamous Czehoski cocktail.