Hard Sauce

The holidays are done and with it, for the most part, the obligation to eat all the things that come out only around the holidays. Our neighbors, an older couple, seemed to think our place was a good place to dispatch the rest of a home-baked cake gifted to them that was more than they could hope to eat.

It was a nice little cake. But I took one look at what was left and knew even the entire Wolfe pack wasn’t going to be able to finish it. It had dried fruits and tree nuts. The middle child is allergic to tree nuts. It wasn’t going to keep well either, the way a proper fruitcake would, because it hadn’t been soaked in bourbon, or brandy, or rum.

(This, by the way, is the problem with nearly every commercial fruitcake. Don’t these bakers know the ONLY way to make a proper fruitcake is to bathe it in booze once a week for at least six weeks?)

That meant I was going to have to take it to work. Just for fun, I made a hard sauce to go with. I didn’t want to put out any kind of memo about the sauce — after all, it reeked of bourbon — but I explained over and over how one might want to warm the cake, and then put a dollop on, and then it would come a little closer to a proper fruitcake. Or maybe make the cake a bit more like bread pudding.

Two of us took home the extra hard sauce. One of the editors on the night desk said he added it to hot chocolate and that was pretty good. I took a bit, too, and left it with the chocolate pound cake we made for Aunt Regina and her 94th birthday. It does appear that Hard Sauce goes with everything.

Hard Sauce

1/2 cup butter, left at room temperature for a few hours until very soft

1 cup confectioner’s sugar, sifted

2 T. bourbon

Beat the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Fold in the bourbon until incorporated. Chill until firm. Put a heaping tablespoon  on a warm dessert, and let it melt in.

Overheard in the Wolfe House #299

Sam: Michael has “house rules” for visiting him.

Peggy: Yes. Many people have house rules for guests. Grandma and Grandpa have house rules.

Paige (remembering her University of Iowa roommates): We had house rules, too, Sam. You had to tell us in advance if you were going to come over. And you couldn’t eat our food.

Sam (after a pause):  I have house rules. No temper tantrums. And don’t make a mess.

Sangria and The Loser (with homemade falernum)

Here are some cocktail recipes my co-workers helped me taste test, here at the house, on a recent Saturday night, playing Cards Against Humanity.

We’re good people. Really we are.

I didn’t set out for the party to have a cocktails-with-a-literary-twist Tequila Mockingbird theme, but it did. I think that’s because we writers enjoy a good drink.

We’ve done this before, except mixing up old-fashioneds because that’s what Don Draper did.

We tried out recipes I found in the newspaper. I clipped a page from the Denton Record-Chronicle years ago and kept it because it had recipes for saffron cocktail onions and preserved cherries and tiki drinks that needed falernum.

It’s hard to find falernum. Charles Dickens described it in his literary magazine, All the Year Round, as “a curious liqueur composed from rum and lime-juice.”

I made some and we used it to mix up Losers, which was barkeep Todd Thrasher’s take on the rum swizzle.

A glass of The Loser

A glass of The Loser being served during the Adult Beverage Hour of the Writer’s Clock.

And we downed a pitcher of some of the best sangria I’ve ever had, my-and-my-daughter’s take on a recipe in The Guardian.

Falernum

10 limes (organic, you’re going to use the peel)

10 whole cloves

5 whole unsalted almonds

1 tsp. sugar

1 liter white rum

Peel the limes, taking care to cut away any of the white pith. Combine the peels with the cloves, almond, sugar and rum in a large glass container. Store, loosely covered, in a sunny place for three days, strain and discard the solids. Pour the liquid into a jar or bottle and cover. Store at room temperature.

(You can juice the limes and save it for another use … such as mixing up Losers.)

 

The Loser

1/2 ounce falernum

1 ounce dark rum

1/2 ounce fresh lime juice

3 ounces pineapple juice

Ice, pineapple slice (optional)

Fill a highball glass with ice. Add falernum, rum and juices. Pour into cocktail shaker and back into the glass (because, like Bond’s martinis, this cocktail is better shaken, not stirred). Garnish with a slice of pineapple, if desired.

 

Sangria

1 orange (organic)

1 bottle red wine

1 bottle pink m0scato

1/4 cup brandy

1/4 cup madeira

1 cup sugar

1 cup water

About 1/2 cup orange juice

Slice the orange thinly and muddle in the bottom of a large ceramic pitcher. Open the wines and pour in the pitcher with the brandy and madeira. Chill for a day. About an hour before serving, combine sugar and water in a small saucepan and heat until the sugar is dissolved. Let cool slightly and then pour into a large pyrex glass measuring cup (at least two-cup size). Add enough orange juice to reach 2 cups and then combine with wines in the pitcher. Add several cups of ice before serving.

Random Thoughts on the Crazy Coyote Trail Run

Texas is crazy hot. You can drink water at the aid station, but you may also find it’s better applied directly to your head. Water bottles dropped on the trail can be used as cooling devices. A still-warm-in-its-wrapper bacon McMuffin dropped on the trail likely makes the strangest item you’ll ever turn into the lost-and-found table. You can run as fast as your friend’s 14-year-old son through the wildflowers, but he’s still getting the nifty burnished birch coaster. Wearing a fake coyote tail is cool, but make sure all the kids get their tails before you ask for one.”Watch your paws” means the new trail on high ground away from floodwaters goes over freshly mowed prickly pear. Crazy Texas showers bring crazy gorgeous Texas flowers.

Wildflowers at Clear Creek Natural Heritage Center

Wildflowers at Clear Creek Natural Heritage Center. Photo by Runner Susan Sullivan.

Random (mathematical) thoughts on running the Horsetooth Half

T-shirts with elevations > trail maps.

If: primarily downhill, then: speed of mountaintop race < speed of trail run

Beauty of mountaintop race ~ beauty of trail run.

Falling off your high heels Thursday + running 13.1 miles Sunday = ankle trouble Monday.

2nd quartile finishers: No. 2 son and brother-in-law

3rd quartile finisher: sister

4th quartile finisher: self

 

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