I have this thing about red lipstick. I have tried to wear it a million times and have probably tried every single shade out there in an attempt to find the perfect one. You know, the perfectly perfect shade of red that would elevate my everyday pale-lipped existence into something, I don’t know, more glamourous, more worthy of a fancy cocktail, in a beautiful cut glass tumbler with a cherry speared in there. Maybe some ice. I don’t know.
For the record, I’ve given up on red lipstick.
Not because I don’t still love it, because I do. It’s just whenever I put it one, regardless of whether it’s the bluest of blue reds or the brickiest of bricks, I look like a crazy person. Not like a hey I’m crazy, let’s have a good time kind of girl, but a legit, parents lock up your kids because that weird lady with the red lipstick is coming down the street and she’s gonna eat your young kind of crazy.
But even though I can’t find a red lipstick that doesn’t make me look like a lunatic, and my hands are usually cracked and speckled with paint, or mud, or lately brick dust; and even though my daily uniform consists of oversized sweats, old t-shirts, and a toque (yes, inside the house. Always. And no, I don’t know why I need to wear it, but it makes me feel safe), I still find the need to be more refined sometimes (ahem, sorry, I just choked on the irony of that). Okay, at least I like to pretend there are moments of refinement. Like when the house is quiet, the kitchen is clean, and I can relax, in front of a fire if I’m lucky, in front of Netflix, if I’m also pretty lucky. And get a little fancier than my usual microbrew.
So, I present to you:
Lavender Orange Bees Knees
This drink. I can’t even. I’m so thrilled with it I could burst. It’s totes the bees knees. My in-laws came by the house, and I grabbed the mason jar of the goods and rammed it in their faces so they could smell it. And I was like, take a swig! And they were all like…ummmm…it’s four o’clock. But you know what? I was okay with them not wanting to shotgun my bees knees, because then I could hold my little mason jar to my chest and whisper to it: my presssssscious. It’s that good.
Bees Knees 2.0
I took a delicious prohibition era cocktail and made it swankier, orangier, and hipsterier (yes, I know that’s not a real word), with two pretty simple additions: cointreau and lavender bitters. Whoa, wait, you’ve never heard of lavender bitters???
That’s okay. Me neither.
So I made them.
Turns out bitters is insanely easy to make and is totally customizable, which to my understanding means, no measuring necessary because I’ll just pretend I meant to do it even if I didn’t. And that’s my kind of recipe! Plus when you say lavender bitters, people are all like, wow, this chick is pretty worldly and probably knows her way around a cocktail shaker. Ya, let’s go with that.
The best part about this cocktail is that it only looks fancy. It’s actually pretty basic. And that is one of my favourite things about it. It uses a few pantry ingredients, and some standard liquor cabinet goodies, but it’s not intimidating. You can throw one together if it’s just you, your jammies, and a stellar rom com (Ghosts of Girlfriends Past I’m talkin’ to you!), or you can bust it out for company and be a superstar mixologist.
This is like the ultimate swanky party. I swear, if I got invited to it, I’d even take off my toque. These peeps are making some killer cocktails, using cool ingredients and are taking boozy imagination to the next level. Check out these sweet, flowery, herbal concoctions, and while you’re at it, check out their blogs:
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If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times: hooray for cocktails!!