Cocktails: The Manhattan and Caipirinha
Making cocktails is like cooking with liquor. Except the recipe is (classically) always the same: something sweet, something sour, something strong, and a cute garnish. That's basically it. And yet, at-home bartending used to seem like a high-risk, high-reward venture to me. Unlike the $4 whole fryer chicken, alcohol can set you back. And as much as I try to deny aphorisms, it seems like you get what you pay for with the potables even more so than with the edibles (debatable, but . . .). Sometimes you luck out and are initiated into the inner circle of a tasty Reposado's intimate cadre. Other times, you're left with a $25 bottle of barely sampled Rumplemintz for which you wonder what you can get on Craigslist. So I used to try all my new boozes exclusively at bars. If I were curious about something, I'd leave the pros with the bottle and decide for myself over a more modest sampler-size rocks glass. Then I realized that's stupid. For what you pay for two cocktails (and sometimes shots), you could well nigh take home a whole fifth (or more!) from Safeway. So now I roll the dice in the "Liquor Isle" pining for untasted ecstasies at the bottom of whatever bottle's on sale. Salut!
I must say that for most traditional cocktails, one ought not jigger with a good thing. Classic cocktails are classic for a reason. And yet, for me, there are moments when it seems something might be a bit more to my taste than the dogma of the old school. We shall encounter such moments with the Manhattan and Caipirinha tonight. With apologies to purists, I am not sentimental about these drinks--how could I be? I'd never had either of them a month ago. Instead of an apology for what may be deemed heresy, however, allow me a mere explanation of my methods.
Manhattans are easy. They require only cheap ingredients, and none of them (save the garnish) need be fresh, so they're easy to have at the ready. Traditionally stirred, I shake'em. Mostly because I usually make them two at a time, and it's easier to shake two at once than to stir them. And because I don't yet have one of those long curly spoons made for stirrin'. Oh well.
Drop three ice cubes in the shaker. The ice both chills and dilutes this assertive sip. Add one to one-and-a-half shot(s) of rye, half as much sweet vermouth (half-ish shot), and one dash of Angostura bitters. That's for one drink. Shake it up and pour into a Martini glass. As for garnish, I go with fresh blackberries. I simply despise the traditional maraschino cherry, although this makes me a blasphemous bartender in the eyes of some.
A Caipirinha is easy, too, but you'll need Cachaça (a Brazilian rum-style liquor). Traditionally, you muddle lime slices, add simple syrup and Cachaça, then shake and pour into a rocks glass over ice. I've tried it that way. Maybe I goofed it, but I could not abide the pulp and mangled limes. So I do it almost like a martini or margarita, which may mean I've 'naturalized' this south side fave'. Anyway, I start by adding a dab of simple syrup (or agave nectar, which is what I usually have on hand) to the bottom of a martini glass. Roll in with the juice of one half lime that you've passed through a strainer to remove pulp. Then add a shot to a shot-and-a-half of the Cachaça. Stir, and garnish with a twist of the lime peel. I add an ice cube since this one's best cold.