How is it May? And what happened to April? And can I really call this the cocktail of the month, when I clearly struggle with what month it is, and where the last one went? I can and I will. I’m a bear, and this is just how things go sometimes. As compensation, I offer some tasty libations.
It’s March. Already. When the Beartender last looked up, it was December, I swear. But here we are, at the beginning of the last month of the quarter. Which makes it sound that much more ominous, really. I mean, where IS this year going?! This really calls for a drink.
The end of December is upon us, and with astonishing rapidity. Whatever you celebrate—or studiously avoid at this time of year—the Beartender has a drink to lighten your mood and tingle your toes. This month, we’re going back to a traditional drink of the season.
For those who observe, it is the start of the new year. For others, it is a time to remember the passing of loved ones. For all, the chill and darkness call for a warming and flavourful drink. The Beartender is here to serve, with a drink that hearkens to the early days of New Orleans.
It’s spooky season. Fall is my partner’s favourite season, and Hallowe’en is arguably her favourite holiday. It is a time of year when we think about warm and cozy. What could be cozier than a cocktail? This month demands a drink in its honour, and I’m just the bear to mix it up.
