The traditional Bloody Mary has always been a confused creature– a misappropriated soup at best, a gag-inducing goulash at worst, but certainly never a cocktail. Often a thick, swampy, sour combination of cooked tomato juice from a can, Tabasco sauce, Worcestershire, and vodka, it fills the appetite instead of stimulating it and burdens the spirit […]Read More Artisanal Bloody Mary
Well friends, I’ve started a food blog– and it’s really because of you. See, I’ve resisted this for years. I never wanted anyone to think that food is my greatest passion. There are things more worthy of meditation. All by itself, food is just something that eventually comes out the other end. But food is […]Read More Oh Hai!