Last weekend, I decided to go out for a drink by myself. I so rarely have the opportunity to get dressed up for anything, that I decided to throw on a dress that I hadn’t worn in awhile, and walk to a fancy restaurant near my house for a cocktail. The idea of drinking alone felt very Ava Gardner to me.
Sadly my film noir fantasy was shattered by the fact that it was freaking freezing. By the time I got to the restaurant, I was so thoroughly chilled that all I wanted was to turn around and go back. But as I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the glass door, I noticed that my hair looked surprisingly lovely in spite of the wind, so I decided to press on. (Sometimes, a good hair day just needs to be shared with the world.)
When I sat down, the bartender asked what I would like, and instead of saying, “Dirrrrty vodka martini,” I said, “Something to combat the chill.” A few minutes later, I was drinking something called a French Apple Lady. It’s made with St. Germain, and in the immortal words of Roll Call columnist Ali McSherry, “If it has St. Germain, I’m there.”
1/2 part St. Germain
1 1/2 parts Apple Brandy
1 tsp honey
Top with Hot Water
Add all ingredients to a hot toddy glass. Squeeze 1 lemon wedge with cloves into the glass. Top with hot water and garnish with a cinnamon stick and an apple slice.
Mine came without the cinnamon stick, but it was probably for the best since I loathe cinnamon in everything except in rolls covered in cream cheese frosting. No one can hate that.
So what does one wear to live out her secret screen siren fantasies?
Black lace. Full Skirt. I had my tailor replace the bow with a simple satin band. Too distracting.