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For those who have spent time with me at The Violet Hour
... and know my favorite cocktail. Here is an article from the NY Times featuring the recipe and the history behind it. (I read Rose's version recently in some vintage cocktail book, but much prefer Long's, as it requires more care, knowledge, and sweat!)
FOOD: RECIPE REDUX; 1935: Ramos Gin Fizz
Nowadays, when a politician wants to make a point to the “folks,” he goes to the diner to meet and greet and empathize while scarfing a grilled cheese. For all of its hokeyness, it’s a safe strategy because, according to health experts, fried foods are what most Americans subsist on, and for some irrational reason, people trust a politician who appears to eat the same foods they do.
So I had to laugh — and feel a little sad too — when I came across an article in The Times from 1935 in which Huey Long, the colorful Louisiana senator known as the Kingfish, chose not a diner in Peoria but the Hotel New Yorker in New York City as his venue for attacking President Roosevelt’s New Deal. In the photo op, Long stood surrounded by journalists and friends, waving a cocktail shaker.
The senator had arranged for the head bartender from the Hotel Roosevelt in New Orleans to fly to New York to make the drink — a good use of taxpayers’ money — while Long talked shop. “Now this here chap knows how to mix a Ramos gin fizz,” Long explained. And mix he did, while to a growing crowd Long expounded on the fine points of the fizz and the dull points of Roosevelt’s plan, calling the president “no good” and a “faker.” “Why don’t they hold the Democratic convention and the Communist convention together and save money?” Long asked his audience. The contemporary photo-op equivalent — Hillary Clinton dutifully slugging back beer and a shot of whiskey in Crown Point, Ind. — makes for a rather depressing contrast.
Gin fizzes, which the cocktail historian Dale Degroff defines as “just a sparkling version of a sour,” had been around since the mid-19th century. Back then, before seltzer and club soda were widely available, bartenders created the fizz with baking soda. The Ramos gin fizz, which was invented in 1888 by Henrico C. Ramos at the Imperial Cabinet Saloon in New Orleans, is embellished with cream, milk and orange-flower water.
Long’s crowd-pleasing recipe called for a “noggin” of gin, egg white, orange-flower water, vanilla, milk, cream, powdered sugar, seltzer and ice, and was to be shaken for 10 minutes (although I find that implausibly, or anyway exhaustingly, long). His fizzes were passed around to the journalists, and the Times reporter observed, “After some more posing for photographers and the talkies — the whole performance consumed fully an hour — the Kingfish left the bar with a broad grin, leading a crowd of reporters to his apartment on the 22nd floor of the hotel, where he spent two hours discoursing on the political situation.”
The following week, however, Long’s recipe was politely questioned by W. D. Rose, a reader from Schenectady. “While the writer does not feel equal to enter into a controversy with the versatile and able senator on any subject, much less on that of Ramos fizzes,” Rose wrote, “and while not denying that the formula announced by Senator Long may be that of a perfect fizz, still the writer feels obliged to submit to the readers of The Times the only authentic and original formula for that famous and delectable decoction.”
Now that is national discourse! Rose’s Ramos gin fizz does not contain egg white, vanilla or seltzer, and is shaken for just one minute before being strained into a glass. Long’s version is similar to those found in any cocktail book, so I chose to feature Rose’s instead.
Rose promised that the drink would “conjure up visions . . . of wistaria [sic] blooming in old patios, of sights and smells associated only with the Vieux Carré.” Those were not the first images that came to mind when I made the Rose version, but I was certainly bewitched by this cocktail, which doesn’t so much impress you as consume you. Beneath a dense cap of froth and a misty overlay of orange-flower water is an oddly sweet yet tart, cool and creamy drink.
I loved Rose’s Ramos gin fizz, but not every modern drinker will. Duggan McDonnell, of Cantina in San Francisco, whom I asked to reinvent the drink for this column, referred to the vintage recipe as a “Krispy Kreme cocktail.” (It is much richer and floral than the lean Long version.)
“The orange-flower water in there is this component of dissonance,” McDonnell said. “It gives it this unique perfumey quality.”
And yet McDonnell didn’t stray far from the original. After a little playing around, he came up with what he calls a “Californiafied Ramos gin fizz,” made with low-fat milk, orange marmalade instead of orange-flower water and agave nectar rather than sugar. “I was not intending to reverse that and make it a kind of diet Ramos gin fizz,” he said, “but that’s sort of what it is.” Don’t let the “diet” idea scare you off: it contains plenty of flavor — and plenty of gin — and the Kingfish would have lapped it up.
The recipe:
This recipe appeared in a letter to The Times, written by W. D. Rose. The original recipe called for “rich milk,” which I took to mean old-style milk with a layer of cream. So I replicated the milk with a mixture of whole milk and a dash of heavy cream.
1 tablespoon simple syrup
(1 part sugar to 1 part water)
1 teaspoon lemon juice
11/2 ounces gin
1/4 teaspoon orange-flower water
5 ounces milk
1 tablespoon heavy cream.
Combine the ingredients with 5 ice cubes in a cocktail shaker and shake for 2 minutes. Strain into a tumbler. Makes 1 cocktail.
2008: Californiafied Ramos Gin Fizz
By Duggan McDonnell, of Cantina in San Francisco. McDonnell recommends a low-proof gin like Plymouth, as well as the most bitter orange marmalade you can find.
2 ounces gin
3 ounces 2-percent milk
1 small egg white
1 teaspoon orange marmalade
1/2 ounce lemon juice
3/4 ounce agave nectar syrup (1 part agave nectar to 1 part water)
Seltzer water, for serving.
1. Combine all the ingredients except the seltzer water in a cocktail shaker. Remove the spring from your four-pronged Hawthorne strainer (the classic stainless-steel bar strainer with the horseshoe-shaped spring) and drop it into the shaker. Cover the strainer with the shaker top and ''dry shake'' (without ice) to emulsify and aerate the cocktail for what will seem like way too long (or, say, a commercial break).
2. Uncover the shaker, remove the spring, add ice, recap and shake vigorously once again. Strain into a Champagne flute and top with a spritz of seltzer. Serve. Makes 1 cocktail.
Perhaps my preference for the "Californiafied" version was an omen of things to come. Michael at The Violet Hour will tell you that you can hear the ice crack when the cocktail is ready to be poured. Of course, they use blocks of ice with no oxygen in them, which are probably hard for an at-home bartender to come by. Best to just go to a place like TVH or Milk and Honey (in NYC) on a quiet night and engage the bartender in conversation before asking for this labor-intensive cocktail. You could very well piss him off at the very suggestion unless you start up a rapport first. But, more likely, he will just be intensely relieved that you didn't order a cosmo.
My entryway
The walls here are contractor white, as they say, which usually upsets me. However, the beachy bungalowness of my house somehow complements it. I think I will leave them the way they are so I don't have re-paint when I move out. Which is hopefully never.
Still trying to decide if I should hang the Rothko print or leave it leaning. Either situation invites jumping and damage from a Bengal cat (not pictured).
wordpress, not o'doyle, rules
I just bought up some new domains for my business and host them at Dreamhost. My web developer friend recommended them as a host, and told me they have "one-click" installations of Wordpress. HOLY COW. I've used a few software packages, and I have to say, Wordpress blows all the others out of the water. So, I’m very excited to use it. I will figure out how to move this over there. Whether that is with a new domain or what.
Between unpacking my things here in my beach bungalow, and trying to get my misshapen physique ready for bikini wearing, I’m launching a business. I had a ton of progress this week and I’m really excited to tell the world. For the time being, I must keep it under wraps and confidential. I plan to have the first product launch by the end of the summer.
I will try to include more photos here. Maybe this will help my photography skills. Here we go.
This is a somewhat racy photo of a squirrel who infiltrated a recent cookout in my backyard. He managed to make off with a bit of Asian party mix, and an air of self-righteousness.
Laying claim in my new town
I started a "New Girls in Town" meetup before moving to Venice, and said girls were amazed that our first meeting was only 4 days after I arrived. But, how hard is it to pick a bar and meet for drinks?
Now that we've met up, I'm left to the more difficult task to come up with something beyond just getting drinks. That is a new realm for me. I'm not used to associating with such civilized folk. One of the suggestions on my comment card (yes, I was that dorky and organized--I'm the Meetup Organizer, you know) was outdoor activities, to which people responded favorably. I now have self-inflicted pressure to hurry up and come up with something. There's always hiking, but I think I can do better.
Some ideas:
Poppies/Wildflowers Viewing (This would include a potluck picnic. No mayo, girls.)
Horseback Trail Riding (I love their "Fun Page.")
Tree Planting (I can hear my mother, now, "You're turning into a liberal!")
And, yes, Hiking.
A book/movie club is also in the works after much deliberation and consultation with the ThisVignette (T.V.) staff.
Adaptation
California (left) with the author, as portrayed by Hollywood.
"How is LA?" a concerned friend asks me.
"You know, it doesn't suck. We're not really in LA. We're in Venice. It's much cooler and you don't have to drive everywhere."
The unconvinced listener hesitates. "Ohhhhh, okay."
Our landscaper has an IMDB page. Our handyman is a Scientologist. My fellow gym members are the wives of famous actors. There are junkies and the occasional crack dealer outside my house. That's Venice, and I'm not lying when I say I like it. Things are falling into place here, with great help from the climate. The sunshine and the beach really help a girl's mood, even when all her Chicago friends are out getting drunk for St. Patrick's Day and she's sitting on an Aerobed, surfing the web alone in her unfurnished house.
One saving grace: the mariscos truck.
Awesome blog discovery
From Miss Lola Rose to the photoshopped celebs. My achin' sides!
I may need a Planet Hiltron tote bag. And that sheer top Miss Lola Rose is wearing.
Hello, lover!
After almost being talked into a Townie, I followed my heart and got the Amsterdam. (I was talked into a men's hybrid last time and I barely ever rode the eyesore.) Both are made by Electra. The argument for the Townie is that it has handbrakes, which are safer in traffic. But let's be honest, I'm just going to be tooling (or trolling) around Venice. It would be a different story if I were commuting. Though, I read a really great review and comment thread about the Amsterdam, and some people commute with it, and the reviews were good. It's fashioned after Dutch commuter bikes. The styling kicks the Townie's ass, and I like the proportions better. Bigger wheels. So I took the plunge today.
I found expertise and a shoulder to lean on in Jim at Helen's Cycles in Santa Monica. He is a super nice guy. (Bonus: I totally saw Zach Morris there. I'm not big on talking to celebs, especially B-list which is the only kind I see, but I was dying to know if he gets a residual every time an episode of SBTB is aired.)
I'm going to cut to the chase. I gotta give the people what they want, and what they want is a Dutch bicycle.
Am I online? Probably!
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