I’m squeezing the last bit of fun out of fall before everything is peppermint-flavored and Santa-bedecked, so today I thought we’d try an autumn cocktail. This one’s called a candy apple cocktail, and it looks pretty easy:
Image from Robyn’s Online World
Ingredients? Well, I can approximate them anyway. I had some brandy, which is close to cognac, I think. And I also had sour apple schnapps, which has got to be pretty similar to apple liqueur, right? (I do not drink sour apple schnapps, ever, just so you don’t get the wrong idea. That vile stuff is reserved for the anonymous member of my household who doesn’t mind the occasional appletini. Blergh.)
Anyway, I mixed according to the recipe, and ended up with this:
In my world, that is not a drink. That is a third of a drink. But I gave it a sip to try it before I gave up completely, and lo, it was pretty damn good. Even the sour apple schnapps didn’t completely ruin it.
So I made some more. Of course, when you triple this recipe, you end up with 4 1/2 ounces of brandy and 1 1/2 ounces of sour apple schnapps, for a grand total of 6 ounces of hard liquor. And that’s a lot of ounces.
So pretty much the rest of the night was spent alternately posing questions like, “Who am I, really?” (I’m an existential drunk.) and passing out on the couch. All in all, an excellent way to spend a crisp fall evening.
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So not quiet white girl wasted, but still pretty blasted.
I’ve never been drunk, but I’ve always imagined I’d be very existential if I were. Nice to see that Imaginary Drunk me wouldn’t be alone…
Holy fuck that looks like an awesomely small beverage. Glad you decided to triple it up to get an truely accurate tasting. Did you decide who you are really? Did you wake up to dog tongue in your eye?
Your manicure looks awesome by the way. I hope you did it while drinking because I figure the booze cancels out the formaldehyde licking.
“and lo, it was pretty damn good” – alternate blog tagline for when the word FUCK is not appropriate.
As a sometimes-existential-drunk myself, I enjoy gazing in the mirror and trying to figure out how I’m a conscious being, shortly followed by explorations of existing as an unconscious being.
ahh, breakfast of champions~
You should call the drink applejacks, that way no one can judge when you tell them that you had some for breakfast!
don’t judge me….
I know exactly what you mean. I have also been experimenting with alcohol I have around to come up with a cocktail I can sip while exploring the meaning of life. I mixed a shot of kahlua gingerbread, the juice of one orange, a maraschino cherry and a tsp. of the juice from the maraschino jar. I topped it off with some diet ginger-ale, garnished with an orange slice and added ice. Damned if that wasn’t one fine libation for the contemplation of existential matters (and the viewing of a truly craptastic horror movie).
Tripling drink recipes is always the way to go! CHEERS!! I’m going to have to try this one at home – it sounds delicious!
Let’s hope you didn’t find out “Who am I, really?” And I hope for your hubby, he didn’t try to tell you. Or, is that why you passed out on the couch and not in bed?