Thursday, September 2, 2010
So, those confit oranges I made a while back? They've been sitting on my windowsill. The leftover syrup came in handy for drizzling over veges before roasting them - yams especially. It was also great for for adding zing to the rhubarb crumble slice, and also for replacement sugar syrup in our birthday party mojitos. Last night I needed a gin, and had some duty free Tanqueray thanks to my sweet friend Rachel who was here for the weekend from Melbourne. Having run out of lemons and limes over said weekend, I flailed around the kitchen in despair. Then, emerging from the windowsill, the jar of confit oranges shone bright. I had fresh mint. I had tonic. Add them to a glass of ice with one slice of orange and you have yourself a million dollar drink. It was the perfect way to welcome in spring yesterday, and the perfect way to dream of summer watching the icy rain tonight. I couldn't think of a fancy name, but replacing the gym with gin is definitely a habit I'm looking into embracing.