Apple cider meets a shot of bourbon and they shake things up with apple butter, fresh orange & lime juice and spices.
Sometimes things are just meant to be. Rockie and Bullwinkle. Tom and Jerry. Bread and butter. Strawberries and whipped cream. And don’t get me started on salt and chocolate.
My best friend is like that. Just meant to be. We met on the first day of kindergarten….both at a ripe old age of almost 6 since our birthdays were past the cutoff date. I still remember her grandma introducing us on the playground. Gosh I miss that lady.
We bonded instantaously. We lived just down a dirt road from each other. We spent hundreds of hours swimming, jumping on trampolines, climbing trees, picking out tiny quartz rocks from the gravel and pretending they were diamonds. We baked and made friendship bracelets, and had a swimming party in my living room with the fireplace on because it was so cold outside. And no matter what I tried she would always go laugh in the corner of our kitchen when we were trying to be quiet, which would only echo worse and cause her to howl even harder.
As the years went on I became more and more of a socially awkward child who went through puberty far too early resulting in me towering over my peers. I was a book worm through and through, most likely to be found holed up in the library or avoiding recess by volunteering to serve lunch in the cafeteria. She was the star athelete, the socially accepted and well loved by all our peers.
Middle school we drifted….I embraced the ultimate in social awkwardness in 6th grade before my mother spared me and pulled me out of school for two years. We didn’t talk much then.
Somehow in those two years I was gone, everyone else caught up with and then surpassed me as they hit their respective growth spurts. A transfer to a new high school district I hoped would help bring a new start I needed. I was no longer a freak, but I was still alone. It was with shock and awe on that first day of high school district that I walked in to find her sitting, alone, in the counseling office. That moment is frozen in my mind. Friends forever. It was like no time had passed at all.
We’ve always led our own seperate lives, often in completely seperate classes, each of us enthralled with some boy or another. And yet somehow through all these years we’ve stuck together. Holding a base down for each other, unspoken, showing up at just the right time with a bouquet of flowers, or a jamba juice…a steaming pot of chai, or a pair of striped gloves.
We’ve graduated together, carried babies with the same due date, cried together at grandma’s funeral, laughed together as we tried on dozens of wedding dresses before we even knew which guy we would marry.
And somehow we’ve unintentionally ended up at this point in our lives both photographers….her in portraits….me in food. Perfectly paired, yet not competing. So when it was time for me to bring on a project assistant for freelance work so I didn’t lose my mind…..it wasn’t even a question of who I wanted by my side.
She’s my extra hands. My dishwasher. Horizontal picture reminderer. White card holder. Idea lender. The one who tells me when it’s good enough and to leave it alone already. She’s my friend. She’s my sister. Forever.
And after a long hard days worth of work…we make pretty damn fine cocktails together if I do say so myself.
Apple Cider Bourbon Cocktails
- 1 ½ cups apple cider
- 1-2 shots bourbon go ahead, you deserve it
- 1 1/2 tablespoons apple butter
- juice of 1 orange
- juice of 1 lime
- ¼ tsp cinnamon
- ¼ tsp nutmeg
- brown sugar
- 1. Cut a lime in half and then almost in half again, leaving the rind intact. Place lime on the rim of the glass and run it completely around edge. Place brown sugar on a plate and dip the glass into sugar, pressing the sugar onto the rim if needed. Tap to remove excess.
2. Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker. Pour and serve with an orange slice.