So after being falling down while I’m drunk Friday night, the last thing on my mind Saturday was alcohol. (Um, hello, I have bad knees. Seriously, that’s the only reason I fell down.) But you remember that Meyer limoncello? Yeah, well that really needed to be finished. So not unlike any other Saturday (or Monday, or Thursday) night of my life, I broke out the vodka.
So where we last left off, I had left the zest of a dozen Meyer lemons in a bottle of 100 proof vodka to steep for two weeks. It ended up being closer to three. The funny thing is all I really had left to do was boil up some simple syrup and mix it with the strained vodka. Not exactly strenuous work. I’m lazy. Sue me.
So after setting the simple syrup (2 c. H2O/2 c. sugar, boil gently till clear) aside to cool, I strained the zested vodka into a big bowl. I dinked around on the computer for a bit, and figured the syrup would be cool by now. Because I’m dumb, after the syrup had come together, I simply took it off the heat and put it on another burner to cool down. In the hot pot I had made it in. Like I said, because I’m dumb. Obviously, hanging out in a hot metal pot isn’t exactly conducive to coming down to room temp. I contemplated pouring it into a 9×13 baking dish, as the surface area exposed to the air would’ve helped, but I’m lazy and didn’t feel like washing a big pan after everything. So I poured it into a plastic dish and smoked some crack played a couple rounds of Word Challenge (essentially the same thing). Guess what? 15 minutes later, it was still hot. I was starting to get annoyed by now, so I rigged up an ice bath. Crafty.
After hitting the pipe again some more lexicon expanding computer games, I said “Fuck it, I’m finishing this shit and going to bed.” And so I did. Syrup in vodka, stir stir, mix mix, and into bottles. Ha, if only it was that simple. When it came time to put it back in the bottles, I could only find an itty bitty funnel. I’m pretty sure the capacity of the upper part was between 1/4 and 1/3 cup. So the first cupful I poured in I did very slowly so the funnel wouldn’t overflow. But because I poured so slowly, it all just ran down the side of the cup I was using. So I’ve got sugared alcohol running all over the table and dripping onto the floor while I’m holding a strainer over a minuscule funnel which is resting in a tall and skinny glass bottle. Despite being hungover as all hell, I was about to lap up the vodka pool rapidly spreading across the table. Yeah. Anyway, I eventually got it all into bottles and sealed up and hidden in the back of the freezer behind some bacon. (Since you’re adding more liquid, you’re going to need an extra bottle besides the two vodka ones. Not so surprisingly, I had finished of a bottle of gin the night before, so I was all set to go.) I did a half ass cleaning job, and then Goodnight Irene. (Shitty pictures I know but eff I was tired and really didn’t care.)
One more week and I’ll finally be able to taste this shizz. While I hope that its good, I’m also hoping it won’t be another falling down while I am drunk night. But if it is, I will hopefully be at a bar where the sympathetic bouncer with a bum knee will carry you from the bar into the cab.