You might be starting to think that all I do is drink and eat dessert. You would be mostly right. But why break tradition now? I saw this drink on Pinterest and just had to give it a try.
I wasn’t so convinced, however, that I was willing to sacrifice an entire bottle of Champagne just to test it– even if it was cheapass Korbel. So I mixed a hinky version in a Champagne flute. I might have gotten some of the proportions close to right. Also, I didn’t have pear nectar (who the fuck has pear nectar?) so I used some leftover apple juice I bought for when my nieces came to visit.
The result was (sigh, predictably) less than great, I suspect mostly because of me, not Martha Stewart. But then, I’m pretty sure Martha Stewart has some crafty DIY way to distill her pee into something that tastes better than anything I could make, so there’s that. Anyways, my pomegranate punch was too sweet and kinda reminded me of bug puke. I don’t know why. Bug puke is just what popped into my head at the moment of tasting.