The Old Fashioned

Most cocktails worth drinking have interesting backstories. During the first half of the 19th century, after a long day of piercing earth with pick axe in the grimy bowels of a coal mine, when you plopped your kiester down at the tavern and asked your trusted bartender to fix you up a cocktail, what you were

Pumpkin Spice White Russian

Full disclosure: I’m already sick of pumpkin spice. In September, I polished off a couple bottles of PS creamer, enjoyed about 10 PS cold brews and ate too many PS frosted pretzels. Now, October has barely begun, but I get a headache when I catch a whiff of a fall-themed scented candle. Anyway, regardless of

Washington Apple

In September I make excuses to visit friends living on the satellite farms on the outskirts of town. Blooming apple trees line their properties like fences. “Hey, Marlow, before you leave, pick apples. We don’t have enough mouths to eat an orchard.” Like a gracious guest, I pick. The front of the shirt is folded

Indian Summer

I’m not ready for whiskey neat. Basil Hayden’s is only 80 proof bourbon and it’s like drinking cologne. So, I’ll start with cocktails, taking baby steps toward the straight stuff. Indian Summer is like a spiked citrus punch with an autumnal twist. It’s name is taken from the phenomenon that happens on occasion in the