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Mundane Morsel

Sometimes life is just daily

March 12, 2014

Back in the saddle

by Megan Stocker in Between Meals, Cocktails, Recipes


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It takes just one 70 degree day for me to start making ice again.

The only other way I use it is to shock vegetables (oh no she didn't!), so as soon as a few cubes rumble and clink, I hear a small but shrewd voice call out: "Cocktail time!"

To which I respond: "Don't mind if I do!" and then the matter is settled.

But since I'm on the clock well after 5pm, corralling unruly animals among other things, I can't go getting tipsy--no matter how thirsty I am. 

Aperol, an apΓ©ritif with half the alcohol and bitterness of Campari, is most at home in Italy's Spritz, sharing a glass with prosecco, soda water, and an orange slice.

To avoid the sadness that is an unfinished bottle of bubbly, I use a heavier hand with the Aperol and then insert sparkles by way of San Pellegrino's Pompelmo (grapefruit soda). A rosemary sprig adds a certain non-so-che.

It's no fun drinking alone though, so my cohort gets a mini rocks cocktail made with what's left in the can and then our giddiness is an even match.


Aperol spritzer

Serves 1

  • 2 oz Aperol
  • 1/2 a can of San Pellegrino sparkling fruit beverage (I use the Pompelmo)
  • 1 rosemary sprig

Pour Aperol into an ice-filled glass, then top with the San Pellegrino. Bruise your rosemary as much as you need to impart some woodsy machismo and then use it as a swizzle stick.

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TAGS: aperitif, cocktails, Aperol, Campari, ice maker, rosemary, San Pellegrino, Pompelmo, on the rocks, megan stocker, mundane morsel


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