Recently I spent an extraordinary amount of time testing grenadine recipes, trying to find one that wouldn’t sacrifice color for flavor, or flavor for color. There are a lot of complaints out there about home made grenadine being brown (from the pomegranate molasses) or too watery (when it’s made with juice) or too expensive and time consuming (when you make your own pomegranate molasses). I thought I had found the solution when I saw on someone’s website that a combination of the two (using pomegranate molasses and juice) produced a bright and deep red grenadine that didn’t turn brown in drinks. But alas! Still brown. So for about a month I thought about how to solve this problem. There was a time when no one cared that homemade grenadine was brown, but in this newer age of cocktails people are looking for beauty as well as artisanal methods. Food coloring simply won’t do, but neither will a muddy drink. While working on other syrups I discovered the key in a flower I use in almost everything. It’s so simple, so inexpensive, and so beautiful, I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner: hibiscus. And you can believe me when I tell you this will make a beautiful, bright, and deep red grenadine that won’t dilute to brown when you mix it.
The cats, brothers, never moved to Chicago. We brought them along with us—seven hours in the car in their individual carriers crying piteously—in spite of frequent spritzes with a spray that was supposed to mimic a calming feline scent pheromone. We were very calm—a little drowsy driving, even—but the cats were unrelenting in vocalizing their unhappiness. They were older, accustomed to having access to the yard in Minneapolis, to living in proximity to a compost bin that attracted a steady supply of small rodents, to open windows, and the cool cat hideout under the neighbor’s front porch they accessed through a missing slat in the porch skirting.
One of the most compelling cover images ever?
New York City based designer Ann Yee unveils layers in 25 questions with Jeanette Wyche.
There are a lot of headbands in the National Basketball Association. And socks and towels and jerseys. And on every one of them; in fact on just about all things NBA, there is the logo. You know the one. It’s one of the most recognized images in the world. And anyone who has the slightest interest in basketball knows that the guy in the image is Jerry West. Everyone, that is, except the NBA, which tends to hedge questions about the logo saying that they don’t have a record of who it is.
Paul M Davis