The first time I had elderflower syrup, I was in Slovakia. My cousin offered my up some yellowish syrup and I absentmindedly agreed to a glass. My family there had always made raspberry and apple juice from the garden, but elderflower? That was new. With my first sip, I thought the heavens had opened up and filled my mouth with this delicate taste of flowers and spring. It was like gulping down perfectly sweetened bouquets. Not too floral or perfumy. I became obsessed.
When I returned back to Los Angeles, I bought a Samdal and a Samyl pair. Finally, it’s producing enough to do a proper harvest. I’ve also discovered that the plants grow wild everywhere in Los Angeles. So keep your eyes out for them. They flower in spring, so make sure you get your foraging on early.
Sometimes sleep deprivation can be the source of pure, indisputable genius. As my sister worked a nightshift, she sent me a photo of the linen closet in her call room.
She’s so right. Vladimir Lenin, head of the Bolsheviks, was a brutal dictator. You certainly wouldn’t want to be in a hospital saving lives at 3 a.m. and then be insulted with the dirty version of a mass murderer in a room that already looks a lot like a jail cell.
To me, the unfortunate spelling error sounded a lot like a cocktail. So, we came up with the Dirty Lenin: a cross between a White Russian and a Dirty Martini. A drink, so pioneering, it’s worthy of Sandra Lee’s Cocktail Time. I’m sure, we’ll be ghostwriting cocktail recipes for New York’s Semi-First Lady before we know it.
[yumprint-recipe id=’5′]Best served cold with a slice of Sandra Lee’s Kwanzaa Cake. Please send photos, if you actually make this. If you try it and actually enjoy it, I’ll send you a set of Lenin matryoshka dolls.