I decided that the first “real” post should be somewhat celebratory since this website has been gestating in my brain for quite some time. Plus, for most of the world, the weekend is nearly here, which is also cause to celebrate. And what better way to kick back and relax than with a wondrous cocktail to get you all loosened up. Also, it’s a whiskey sour…with maple syrup. It’s hard to top.
My very first memory of a whiskey sour is not even from drinking one. Years and years ago, my mom and her best friend, Lara, had gotten some sour mix and were going to make whiskey sours. So there we all were, watching The In Laws, the two of them were drinking whiskey sours and I was drinking a virgin strawberry dacquiri (from one of those Bacardi cans you find in the grocery store). Somehow a twizzler ended up in a whiskey sour. It was a big deal that it actually tasted good. That’s my very first memory of a whisky sour.
My second memory is much more recent. Lance’s cousin’s sister (Judy) was staying overnight before she headed up to visit her sister on Cape Cod. I learned that she LOVES whiskey sours. After a quick search to see what we’d need, we learned that everything was already on hand. So we whipped one up for a test. Damn! It was pretty amazing. So then we made some a bit more and consumed those. This was before Judy even arrived. After Judy’s short stay we made them for an entire week after she left. I had never before had the joy of such a wondrous drink. The tartness of the lemon juice, the sweetness of the syrup and the deliciousness of the bourbon. Give it a shake. It’s one amazing cocktail. Refreshing and light.
Now that my eyes had been opened up to the Whiskey Sour, I remember ordering it out to dinner one night. I swear, it tasted EXACTLY how a bathroom at the monkey house at the zoo smelled. It was just wrong. It was a crime against humanity. How could they screw up a whiskey sour? What disgusting dimension had I stumbled upon? Where was the Doctor and his TARDIS when I needed him? The drink was so horrific, I didn’t want to finish it. But I also didn’t want to be “that guy” and send back a drink. All because I didn’t like their sour mix. So like any good lush, I chugged it and chased it with a glass of water so I could order a new drink to banish any lingering taste of the monkey house from my tongue.
I tell you this horrifying story because maybe you’ve had a Whiskey Sour and didn’t care for it. It might have been the sour mix. So I strongly urge you to make this cocktail at home. There’s no sour mix. It’s a true sour. Sweetness from syrup, tartness from lemon juice. It’s easy and delicious and will change your mind about sours.
In the midst of a beautiful fall evening, I decided to experiment and replace the normal simple syrup with maple syrup. It was Autumn. I live in New England. It just made sense. And you know what? It did not disappoint. The maple gave a bit more complexity than the syrup and it wasn’t overly sweet. Perfect harmony between sweet and sour with just right amount of booze.
This recipe makes one…because sometimes you just need to treat yo’ self.