13 January 2017

From the bartender’s corner – Gin #1: Ransom Old Tom Gin

Recently, our friend in Dallas – Rini – had asked Sharmila to try out Ransom Gin. I was not sure whether she meant the Dry Gin or Old Tom Gin but since I had never had a Old Tom Gin before, I went with it. A quick reminder that an Old Tom gin is actually aged in a barrel and therefore has less effect of botanicals like a modern day standard gin. So, along with the botanicals, you will get the distinct flavor and aroma of the wood. Also, instead of a clear liquid like most gins, it will have a distinct brownish tinge to it. Old Toms are somewhat in between Genever – the predecessor of modern day gin and of course, modern day gin.

Tom Gins are a relatively new phenomenon in America (less than ten years). This particular one, Ransom, is made in Sheridian, Oregon – almost half way between our company’s two offices in Portland and Corvallis. Barley and corn based, this gin has the following botanicals added: the staple of all gins – juniper and angelica root, as well as peels of orange and lemon, seeds of coriander and pods of cardamom.

I went with the rocks and the aromas were unbelievably rich. If you let it sit for a few minutes, you can smell the soft fragrance of the wood immediately followed right under it by the junipers. Much later I could sense the citrusy peels. It clearly had the length of most barrel aged alcohols like whiskey.

Sharmila tried with some tonic water and it was not a good result. I guess tonic water does not sit too well with barrel aged spirits.

Try it some time. Or just come over!!

13 January 2017

The next phase of dabbling with OH molecules

After making over 300 cocktails in about three years, I am going to try and go a little deeper in understanding and learning about alcohols. (I know, what excuses I will come up with drink some more πŸ™‚ ) Seriously, though, I want to learn more about one particular class of alcohol – gin. You might even call it a new be”gin”ning πŸ™‚

Over the next year or two, I hope to learn a lot about the history of gin, the differences among the various gins and their places of origin, the different cocktails that are made from gins and in general learn a lot about the effect of botanicals and herbs in gins.

To start off, I have loaded my library with three supposedly authoritative books on gin (still trying to get past the fourth chapter of the first book – I tell you, the continuous sipping of gin and tonic to appreciate the literature on gin remarkably slows down my reading speed :-)) and have stacked the bar with over a dozen bottles of gins from different places. Not to forget a crate of tonic water. Fever Tree Indian Tonic Water, without doubt.

If you get too bored with my posts of gin, you can try drinking some of it. It takes the edges off having to read my boring posts πŸ™‚

In this picture is my first set of bottles to errr…. “study”. The bottles are arranged left to right in increasing distance of my house to the place of its manufacturing. (The left most one is made, believe it or not, in Dallas, Texas. The right most one is from the Netherlands). Conversely, from right to left, the bottles are arranged in increasing distance from the birthplace of gin – Flanders area in Belgium!

Cheers! πŸ™‚

13 January 2017

Ah! How I wish that girl never grows up….

Facebook reminded me of a “Nikispeak” moment from 2012 on this day. She was all of 7 years old that time. This is what the post said…

“Last night, after landing from DC, Tasha, Niki and I were having dinner together and we started naming all the NFL football teams. We started from the West going East – Seattle, San Francisco, Oakland, San Diego and were already moving to Denver and Arizona, when Nikita piped up “Does San Diego have a lot of electronics?”. Tasha and I were like – “What? Why? …. Oh!” and then we were on the floor laughing….”

Good news is that Niki has not lost any of that sense of humor or feistiness.
Bad news is that San Diego will not have a football team any more…

7 January 2017

First run in the snow this year

5K run in the snow. Usually, the first such run every year lands up in a disaster since I forget that running shoes have breathing holes and invariably cold water seeps in during the run and freezes inside making my toes numb and blue.

This time however, I remembered to put two plastic grocery bags over my socks before I put the shoes on. It was a good run but had to slow down considerably after slipping a couple of times.

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6 January 2017

Nikispeak – New Year’s Eve

Reached home a little late at around 10:30 PM or so after the India trip. Nikita was at the kitchen table doing her studies. After some time we started having dinner together and were exchanging notes about our Holidays.

As a reference, I was in India and she was in Dallas with Natasha and Sharmila. Also, as a further reference, “masi”, in our language Bengali roughly means “aunt”. Actually it is used to address your mom’s sister. But it is common practice to call an lady who would be roughly your parents’ age as “masi”.

Finally we came to New Year’s Eve.

“What did you do, for New Year’s?”, she asked.
“I was fast asleep. How about you?”
“Oh! I spent most of it being surrounded by a lot of drunk “masis” “.

πŸ™‚

Seems like nothing has changed in Dallas in ten years πŸ™‚

1 January 2017

All in a day’s run

The first run of the year was an adventure unto itself.

First we ran to Baisakhi’s house. We reached at 8AM after a two mile run and then instead of climbing up 3 floors, we just started yelling out her name from below. Eventually, a groggy eyed Baisakhi emerged in the balcony and we wished her a full throated Happy New Year. A minute of talking loudly later, we went off running in our merry way. I am pretty sure she woke up later in the day wondering whether it was just a bad dream πŸ™‚

Then we ran for one more mile to my inlaws’ place and wished them a very Happy New Year and had our familiar tussle with my mother in law who insisted that we come in and eat something and we just refusing to go in while we were sweating. Instead, a minute later we kept on with our running routine.

After two more miles, we reached our familiar spot – a particular bus stop. Not that we were contemplating on taking a bus back (for one thing, we were very close to our starting point) – but it was the favorite tea stall we had there. Sat down and had two “bhnars” (clay cup) worth of tea and then just walked back home. We even taught “chaa-yer maasi” (the old lady making tea) how to take a picture of the two brothers sweating profusely from the join effect of running and hot tea!!