Over the past couple of years, Thanksgiving has been a somber holiday for me. It was my father’s favorite holiday [he liked to eat] and, ironically, it was the day he transitioned to the astral plane of the great ancestors. Since his passing, several of the NY traditions and people I shared those traditions with have also transitioned from my life as well.
Generally, in preparation of the day, I retreat to my home, light a memorial candle and drink my father’s favorite cognac [he was connoisseur, who always sampled my best offerings when he visited, even when they weren’t opened]. I reflect on the fragility of the axiomatic nature of the free will of my own existentialism and scoff about how I will use that free-will to refuse to cook.
However today there was a spark of the divine… I just finished stirring homemade caramel to complete my vanilla amaretto caramel cake and am about to whip up this black forest cake with cherry chocolate ganache for a friend’s birthday on Friday. It appears, my free will has been taken over by my father’s thanksgiving spirit and of course by the Drink du Nuit, which is aptly called and presented for your imbibing pleasure, The Connoisseur’s Treat
DRINK Du Nuit: CONNOISSEUR’S TREAT
1 1/2 oz cognac
1/2 oz Galliano herbal liqueur
1/2 oz Grand Marnier orange liqueur
GLASSWARE: Brandy Snifter
Stir and strain into a brandy snifter.
Drink Well! and remember:
“What we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.”
― Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum
What drink conjures up memories of a loved one for you?
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