The last time I got drunk I was 40 and we had won the World Extrication Championship. A teammate and I split the bottle of Jameson. I threw up the next day in a porta potty. A sign. I don't drink much at all now, maybe once a month if that.
Gonna make this cocktail (with bourbon) every time I settle down to watch a Susan Hayward movie in which she plays an alcoholic...which is, like, 75 percent of Susan Hayward's filmography.
I'll opt for the virgin version for such Hayward pics as With a Song in My Heart (Susan in a wheelchair bringing a shell-shocked Bob Wagner back to life! I love her so much!) and Back Street (lord, how she suffers in that film).
Thank you. In my mind, you've displayed it on the door of your refrigerator and affixed to it a gold star. Please don't ruin my fantasy by telling me otherwise.
I am tearing up because I get to live on a planet where Cherry Smash even exists. The mere idea fills me with joy. Saving this essay, like ALL your essays. You should write a book, my friend. WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL PICTURES. My Lord, 60 cherries? Why did I ever think I was truly happy before reading this recipe?
My limit is two. Either Scotch neat, Jack and Coke, or a good Ol’fashioned
That’s more or less where I am, too and I’m totally ok with it.
The last time I got drunk I was 40 and we had won the World Extrication Championship. A teammate and I split the bottle of Jameson. I threw up the next day in a porta potty. A sign. I don't drink much at all now, maybe once a month if that.
Jameson + porta potty does not = fun.
Nope
Sounds delicious! May need to try this with and without the active ingredient!
It’s the “with or without” business about the drink that makes me happiest.
This is so perfect because today is the last day to buy cherries from our local farmer. It’s been so hot and dry; now it’s end of our cherry season 😢.
Better late than never, right?
I have no memory of this drink, so I’m relieved you do. Possibly my lapse is because of too many cherry smashes? Let’s test that theory.
Thank heavens I have photographic evidence! But yes we’ll test the theory.
Gonna make this cocktail (with bourbon) every time I settle down to watch a Susan Hayward movie in which she plays an alcoholic...which is, like, 75 percent of Susan Hayward's filmography.
I'll opt for the virgin version for such Hayward pics as With a Song in My Heart (Susan in a wheelchair bringing a shell-shocked Bob Wagner back to life! I love her so much!) and Back Street (lord, how she suffers in that film).
You have a deep understanding of cinematically-themed drinking, my friend.
Mmmmm this would be so delightful with bourbon. (But dangerous.)
Very, very good with bourbon.
Your sweet tale actually made me giggle. Too cute!!
Thank you.
And thank you, Jerry, for telling me that.
The following recipe is, as is often the case with my recipes, merely a guideline. Are you sure you are not Irish? What fantastic line
Don't let the Calabrese last name fool you, I've got a lot of Irish blood flowing through these veins.
And thank you.
Using my famous Brandied Cherries on this one tonight. Youza😋
So you're going the brandy-confounded route, are you? Youza is right.
I'm happy to report that my next newsletter is all about mocktails. I'll let you know when it drops.
It's enough to know you still pay attention to me, Wil.
You and Dorothy Parker both...(I relish your writing not even one cherry pit less than her sparkling prose).
With such high praise, I feel I must now buy a canary and call it Onan. Thank you, Julia.
Cherry syrup and ginger ... ale is a shirley temple, isn't it?
Susan, if it's to be renamed for a child star, let it be known as "The Virginia Weidler."
NO that's pomegranita
I did make a grown up version of a Shirley Temple once, calling it "The Shirley Temple Black." It was delicious.
sounds delicious and refreshing! saving your post 🥰
Thank you. In my mind, you've displayed it on the door of your refrigerator and affixed to it a gold star. Please don't ruin my fantasy by telling me otherwise.
how did you guess? that's EXACTLY what I did! 😉😊
I know my readers, Lorraine.
Because of you, I will start counting cherries. Yes, this is what my life has come to.
First, you need to find the median cherry and judge all others by it. This is precision stuff, Peggy.
Or you can just basically eyeball it.
One of the perks of making the drink my way is you don't have to pit the little bastards.
I am tearing up because I get to live on a planet where Cherry Smash even exists. The mere idea fills me with joy. Saving this essay, like ALL your essays. You should write a book, my friend. WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL PICTURES. My Lord, 60 cherries? Why did I ever think I was truly happy before reading this recipe?
When Shannon shoved that first cherry smash in my hand, the world was all Technicolor and Vistavision.
I'm so glad you think my pictures are beautiful, because I really hate taking drink photos!
Truly they are beautiful.
Bless you for that.
I can’t think of anything appropriate to say, so I’ll simply vow to smash the non-alcoholic version by summer’s end.
I think that's appropriate enough, Chris. I imagine cherry season might run a bit later in your neck of the country.