I’ve always had more than enough Christmas
cheer by Thanksgiving.
The Apartment, one of the greatest of the great
Billy Wilder’s comedy-dramas, is just the antidote I need. A comedy that
features a suicide attempt and lots of self-loathing, this five-Oscar-winning
film has one particular scene that always cracks me up: on a most depressing
Christmas Eve, a drunken blond picks up an equally plastered Jack Lemmon, who
has been thrown out of his own apartment so that his married boss can have a
place to screw the elevator girl (Shirley MacLaine). The blond, "Mrs.
MacDougall," attempts to draw Lemmon’s attention by blowing the tips of straw
wrappers at him. When the assault fails – Lemmon is too snockered to notice the
little paper torpedos– she staggers over and blurts, "Ya buy me a drink, I’ll
buy ya some music." Then she slams her empty glass on the bar and shouts "Rum
Collins!"
I’ve seen the movie countless times, but I never had a Rum
Collins until this year – the first cocktail hour after Halloween. That’s the
day the endless Yuletide began. No sooner were Halloween’s decaying corpse
masks off the shelves and party lights and tinsel and rousing carols
whirlwinded in, sending me into a borderline psychopath. The Rum Collins
helped.
As I looked through various cocktail books for both
classic and variety Collins recipes – Dan was still at work – I imitated Mrs.
MacDougall’s best lines at least 15 times. Armed with her refreshed Rum
Collins, she recites, with a hilariously bored expression, her own adaptation
of Clement Clarke Moore’s gag-worthy classic: "‘Twas de night befo’ Chissmiss, ‘n
alll trew de house/ not a creatchuh was stirrin’. Nuthin’. No action.
Dullsville. Ya married?" If a stranger said that to me at a bar he could have
me within the minute.
So what’s in a Rum Collins? The Collins family is all
about lemon, seltzer and a touch of simple syrup. A Tom Collins, for instance,
features gin; Tom’s cousin John uses bourbon; John’s Mexican husband, José
Collins, employs tequila. I did not make up that name. Nor am I making up the
Sandy Collins (Scotch), or the Brandy Collins, which although made with brandy,
was actually invented in honor of the Looking Glass tune from 1972: "And the
sailors say ‘Brandy, you’re a fine girl...." (Okay, I did make that one up.)
The Rum Collins features a variant sour-citrus flavor –
lime juice instead of lemon; otherwise it follows the pattern. Don’t limit
yourself to so-called expert opinions: vary the proportions as much as you
want. You’re drinking it, after all. But I must insist: there is no
reason whatsoever to use a mix. This is a simple drink, people. Buy the few
ingredients individually. No, don’t bother squeezing fresh limes. Use
unsweetened bottled juice instead. And if you don’t have simple syrup, just
toss in a little sugar before adding the seltzer. One thing to keep in mind:
club soda has salt in it. Use it if you want, but seltzer makes a fresher
tasting drink.
The Rum Collins
2 parts light rum
½ part lime juice
¼ tsp simple syrup or sugar
to taste
As much or as little seltzer
as you like.
Put the first three ingredients into a tall, empty glass.
Stir to mix, then add chilled seltzer slowly to avoid wasting the fizz. Finish
it off with a couple of ice cubes. Avoid the tacky formaldehyded cherries
unless you have a death wish.
The Union Square
You
can’t go to the Olive Garden without your server pushing "specialty cocktails,"
a euphemism for toxic waste. These poisonous catch-alls are enough to make you
hurl. "McSewer’s 12-year bourbon, chrysanthemum syrup, birch tea, peppermint
drop." Or "Pukey’s small-batch rye, rosemary, Barfington gin, Sambucca,
house-made cola." Who drinks these messes? I made the mistake of
ordering one last week at an upscale Italian place. The interior was so
tasteful that I assumed the cocktails would be too. Wrong! It was billed as
"hand-crafted whiskey, mint syrup, lemon juice." Okay, but I didn’t want a lot
of either the mint syrup or the lemon. "The drink will be off balance!" the
waiter scolded. "That’s the way I want it." "OK," he huffed. "Then you’ll get
an unbalanced drink."
I was
stunned. What was that ancient dictum about the customer always being right?
That’s gone the way of the dodo and civil political discourse. He returned with
a syrupy-sweet mess. The whiskey was lost in a wash of minty syrup and
lemonade. Why drown a small-batch whiskey in lemon-mint Crystal Lite?
My pal
Mike, the ex-priest, told me about a great cocktail he’d had at a restaurant
called Print. So I made it at home – my way. Print calls the drink the
Bee’s Knees, and Mike used what Print’s bartender told him were the ingredients
and proportions. The ingredients were brilliant, the proportions ghastly. I
haven’t been to Print, so maybe their Bee’s Knees works. But I wanted it to
taste good to me, so I changed the proportions and renamed it.
The
result was fabulous. To me. Start by making lavender-infused gin. This
is not difficult; you just have to find either loose lavender blossoms or
herbal lavender tea bags. Try a health food store. Use good but not hideously
expensive gin. It’s foolish to buy a super-premium brand if you’re going to
flavor it yourself. Pour as much gin as you want to lavenderize into a clean,
odor-free jar with a tight-fitting lid. (If the jar or lid still smells like
pickles, use another jar.) Dump in a handful of lavender (or open some lavender
tea bags and pour the contents into the jar). Don’t worry about proportions;
they don’t matter. Let it stand for two days; shake it whenever you pass by.
Then use a tea strainer and a funnel to decant the infusion into an attractive
bottle with a tight-fitting lid or unblemished cork. The gin will not have
turned purple. Miraculously, it will be honey colored.
Make a
small bottle of Really Simple Syrup, but instead of using sugar, use equal
parts raw honey and water. Just shake them together until the honey dissolves.
Be sure to have a lemon on hand.
You
could continue the theme by using honey produced by bees that collect lavender
pollen, but I prefer honey made from tough, streetwise New York City bees. Yes,
there are honey-producing bees in the city, and I buy as locally as possible –
honey made by my neighborhood bees. Hence the drink’s name.
This
recipe is simply the way I like it. Make it taste good to you.
The Union Square
1 part lavender-infused
Beefeater gin
Lemon juice to taste
Really Simple Honey Syrup to
taste
For a strong drink, pour the ingredients into a shaker filled with ice,
shake quickly, strain and serve. For a less potent drink, serve it on ice and
let it water down.