Honey-Bourbon hot toddy

Upon rereading the punch recipe, I realized that on this cold evening, I was just more inclined towards something warming, and I hated to give up on toddies because of one lame one. So, I looked to Andrew Knowlton, a foodie who writes for Bon Appetit and who, as a complete aside, is kinda hot (yes, my dear hubby knows I think that; cool down). He recently wrote a brief piece on an Apple Bourbon-Honey hot toddy that sounded great. As I have no apple bourbon here nor three days to make it, I was relieved to see that you could sub regular old bourbon. Now this is a winter drink that's worth making: bourbon, honey, lemon zest, a cinnamon stick and hot water. Comfort in a mug (as are most things often served in a mug). I had leftovers for din, made the dressing base for our cornbread dressing, froze the pie and am now off to sit a spell on the couch with Mr. Pug. (Apple) Bourbon-Honey Hot Toddy- serves 2

scant 2 T honey (in my opinion, less is more) 6 T bourbon (if using apple bourbon, use just 1 T honey) 1 cinnamon stick 3.5" strip lemon peel 1 c very hot water

Mix honey and hot water until honey is dissolved. Add cinnamon stick and bourbon and pour hot water in. Stir. Enjoy. ~~ You know when you say or write a word many times in a row and it starts to seem weird? In this post, I hit my limit on bourbon and it now seems odd. Does this happen to y'all? No, I'm not tipsy.

Mani/pedi, apple rye punch, dinner for 1

T is in NY tonight, and so it's dinner for one over my way. I've no idea what I'll make or even what I'm in the mood for. As we did Meatless weekend -unintentionally really- I feel like I might and it'd be ok to just have a good turkey sandwich and call it a day. I might try making an apple cider-Rye punch for which I recently saw the recipe. Though I didn't love the toddy at all, the idea of a cocktail this time of year feels festive and now I have so many ingredients, what with T's recent haul. So, we'll see I would like to express an enormous amount of gratitude for a beloved sitter coming this evening so I could sneak out for a quick mani/pedi. Boy did I need to sit in silence and take a load off! Doesn't the threat of Santa watching your every move mean anything anymore?? Hell!