Things without which you oughtn't live. Pt. 1
Last night, I went to a tasting since my client (the guy who was supposed to be at the tasting) begged off and handed me his ticket. The tasting was of a few food purveyors who brought along interesting tidbits for the assemble to taste and, they hoped, order in staggering quantities. The tidbits were pretty good, actually...even if they were a bit unorthodox (trout caviar, cherry-smoked salmon, etc., etc.) but that's not what blew me away. THIS was:
This vodka was soooo smooth and haunting I spent a perfectly untenable amount of my nonexistent free time tracking it down to find out what it was. I strongly urge you to seek it out and drink it. Me? I'm dreaming of lacing the ideal Bloody Mary (or, maybe, a screwdriver) therewith but those of you who prefer abominations (like a vodka martini) or merely aberrations (such as vodka and tonic), will likewise adore it.
The ironic thing of it is that it's not Russian. Hell, it's not even Eastern European...or even European! It's from Ida-freakin'-ho. But they know their taters in Idaho and apparently they also know what to do with Rocky Mountain water and also what ought be done to surplus spuds.
You're welcome, America.
-J.
Comments
And hello, abomination indeed! Hrumph. The secret to a truly sublime vodka martini is to make it dirty and to be more generious with the Noilly Prat than one might if one were making a Pinesol -- pardon me, gin -- martini.
You'll nevah, evah drink Grey Goose (or Stoli, Pravda, Fris, et al...even my previous fave, Finlandia is a pale imitation) again. This stuff kicks every color, creed and nationality of ass. The dream scenario is to serve it to your guests and after they gush mightily you tell them the background details. Why, for miles around people will hear the peals of "Yes! Idaho!"
And as a libertarian, I do not wish to keep from you your beverage of choice, even a dirty Vodka & Vermouth.
As an aside, what clinched this Vodka for me was tasting with some smoked/cured salmon/trout & their caviars. In particular, a certain trout gravlax was so good I had to make sure I had not, inadvertently, committed adultery.