Our kitchen looks like a meth lab.
With Sarah and I both conducting our St. Patrick’s Day experiments, and with our coordination and judgment decreasing exponentially as time passes, our apartment is now messier than the plot of an M. Night Shyamalan movie.
We began to mix up our ingredients in the relative disaster zone, for better or worse:
Sarah ended up with whiskey in her gravy (pretty good).
We switched the salt and sugar and wound up with a salty Earl Gray Tea cocktail (surprisingly okay).
I accidentally made a chicken stock martini (would not recommend).
“Alright, alright.” Sarah finally put her foot down after dousing some beef in sour mix. “We need to clean.”
I looked around, daunted by the thought of plunging through the chaos. There was an apron hanging out of the microwave. The coffee maker dripped with orange juice.
I turned to Sarah. “Don’t wanna.”
She ignored my complaint and began clearing the wreckage.
“I’ll throw this stuff away. You take care of the dishes.”
There were a number of glasses with drinks still in them, and as I stacked them in the sink, I couldn’t help but mourn for the loss of all that potential deliciousness. I stared down at the ambiguous, opaque mixture and felt my heart constrict with sympathy.
How sad, I thought.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Sarah turned around just in time to watch me tip the drink-in-drinks-in-drinks into my mouth. There was a look of vague horror on her face.
I let the flavors ruminate on my tongue. I squinted at the sink in deep concentration, trying to come to terms with what I’d just tasted. Tentatively, Sarah touched my shoulder. I didn’t react.
“Are you… okay?”
I cleared my throat and felt something bubble.
“Is dish soap toxic?”
“Actually, nevermind that for now. I had a stroke of genius. Or a stroke. Not sure.”
The Kitchen Sinkception
- 1/4 oz. honey liqueur
- 3/4 oz. cinnamon whiskey
- A glass of peach beer or pêche lambic, 3/4 full (we used Lindemans Peche Lambic, but any strongly peach-flavored beer will work. Dogfish Head makes a good seasonal one!)
Put the honey liqueur in a small container – we used the cap of a liquor bottle, but anything that fits inside a shot glass will work. Pour the cinnamon whiskey into a shot glass, and fill a glass 3/4 full with the beer. Then drop the honey liqueur into the cinnamon whiskey, then into the beer.
Tastes like cinnamon peach pie!