There was never a time when my grandmother couldn’t spout out an appropriate cliché for any given situation. These candid interruptions were usually coupled with a dramatic pause and a slow drag from the cigarette that had always seemed to be hanging from the side of her mouth. Charming. She has since passed away, but her words (well sort of) still enter my thoughts on occasion. I will share with you some of her favorites, then I will tie it all together in a big red bow for ya: “All’s fair in love and war.”–I have been through my fair share of relationships and listened to enough CCR to completely understand this maxim. “Gild the lily.”–The number 1 reason I would never date a woman from Staten Island. “Plant kindness and gather love.”–My grandmother, having buried 3 husbands, should have probably stopped incorporating this chestnut in her daily repartee. Last, but not least…”Can’t see the forest for the trees.”–Started hearing this one early on in life, when my minor case of OCD became apparent.
Personal Interpretation and New Found Pursuit
Appreciate the detail and subtle nuance of our passions, while comprehending the full spectrum of our creative acumen. Be unbound by the rules that govern habit and stifle innovation. Promote stylistic independence while maintaining a simplistic integrity. Efforts will unapologetically be weighed and measured by the products of which our hands and minds produce.
I know that turning 4 hackneyed statements and making them ones personal mission might seem a tad bit trite and dramatic to some, but you can always make the best out of the banal.
Here is a new and appropriately titled cocktail of mine, incorporating my new found trust:
New Coat of Paint
1 oz. Bombay London Dry
.75 oz. Carpano Antica Vermouth
.5 oz. Sazerac Rye 6 Year
.25 oz. Yellow Chartreuse
2 Dashes Regan’s Orange Bitters
Combine all ingredients with ice into mixing glass. Stir, stir, stir and strain into chilled coupe glass. Garnish with flamed oils of an orange twist.
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