Ginger Orange Martini
Ahhh, martinis! I feel so grown up and sophisticated when holding one… preferably in a darkly lit, swanky restaurant so they cannot make out my lack of makeup and less than trendy clothing; but still makes me feel great about myself.
Now that today is officially the first day of fall, a martini, a good book and a fire is the only way I can imagine hailing in the cooler weather. In fact, the weather in California has been showing great signs of Fall lately. The air has that yummy, fresh crispness in the mornings. Delightful! I only wish winter would just hold off, for like ever! I can do without the loss of circulation to my fingers and toes! Luckily, this cold drink warms the soul, so I will be sipping on it all winter long.
I’m inwardly missing that great weather right now. If you’ve been following me on Instagram, Adam, the pups and I are back in Minnesota to be with my family for two weeks. Unfortunately, the weather is still a bit sticky… and can we talk about invasion of the mosquitos!!!??? They see my fresh California blood from 10 miles away and head straight for the attack. I’m scared to go outside right now.
Nonetheless, it’s been so wonderful being with my Dad and brothers! I really needed this time with them. Some of you may know that I lost my mother a year ago, as of this week. There’s been a lot of crazy emotions since then, but I’ve always been able to count on my wonderful family to be there through it all! I’m pretty blessed! We all promised each other that no matter where we were, we would gather back together on her 1 year anniversary to celebrate the amazing women she was!!! So here we are!
In a small way, a martini seems fitting to celebrate my mom’s life – a toast to her elegance, beauty, intelligence, and selflessness! A classy drink, for a very classy lady! Oh, and her obsession with ginger was just as real as mine! A bag of crystallized ginger never stood a chance if one of us was nearby.
I owe my mom so much! She believed in me even when no one else did. She loved me through my dark days and my great days. Through our fights and our joys. She encouraged me to go after my dreams and even helped me see one of them come to reality. Though the coffee shop never lasted long, she was right there with me, serving up lattes and waking up at the crack of dawn. Looking back on her life, as my mom and best friend, I realized I never gave her enough credit for just how much she did in my life. She was a true rockstar!
So here’s to you mom! There will never be another human being quite like you. God broke the mold for sure. I love you so much and you will forever be missed! Cheers!
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 1/2 cup water
- 1 small fresh ginger bulb, peeled and sliced thin
- 3 oz. vodka
- 3 oz. Ginger Beer
- 1/2 lime, juiced; wedge of remaining half reserved for garnish
- 1 oz. orange juice, preferably freshly squeezed.
- 1 oz. ginger syrup
- Ice cubes
- Sugar, Crystallized ginger, mint leaf
- Place sugar and water in a sauce pan. Bring to a boil, stirring while sugar dissolves. Turn heat to low. Add ginger slices and simmer for 5 minutes. Remove from heat and allow to cool. Strain ginger syrup into pourable container, cover and set aside.
- Use lime wedge and moisten the rim of a chilled martini glass. Next, evenly dip the rim into a shallow bowl filled with 1 cup sugar.
- Add vodka, ginger beer, juice of 1/2 lime, orange juice and ginger syrup to a mixing glass or shaker with ice.
- Stir to chill and strain into the sugar-rimmed martini glass.
- Garnish with a crystallized ginger and enjoy.
I have to be honest that it’s taken a year to want to open up to all of you and share with you what happened; to talk about my mom. Thank you for listening! You probably didn’t expect this kind of post when you saw Ginger Orange Martinis, did you, lol. Honestly nor did I, it just came out. I promise next week’s post will not be as emotional. Also, getting excited about the upcoming holidays! Halloween and Thanksgiving are not too far away, so keep your eyes out for some festive posts!
With love from my kitchen to yours,