So...in the wee...very tiny hours of the morning, I gave birth to a mason jar of what I hoped would be goodness. This little beauty is what happens when you set a naughty little syrup minx loose on an unsuspecting, and rather unremarkable Pinot Grigio in a confined space. Oh...she had her way with that wine, and then later that day a dear friend and I had our way with her...to the very last drop. And...how sensational is it to offer someone a beverage out of a mason jar? Cla-ssy.
That mason jar bevie and mismatched portions of vodka in our cabinet inspired me to try something I had been thinking over for quite a while...an infusion. And so this is where the experiment comes in. I took two jars
and one main fruit, but decided to go in different directions. The peaches and raspberries had worked before, there is something to be said for sticking with a a proven winner. Jar number two I devoted to peach, cinnamon and fresh basil. Both jars got a healthy dose of vodka and now? Now they will marinate in our basement for two weeks. Infused liquor does not get better with age, so I guess I will need to have an opening party.
Please stay tuned for the delicious unveiling (and resulting drunkenness [probably not.. I don't do cool stuff like that any more]) of these infusions on September 21st. Perhaps some of you will be there.