Though my apartment contains a bed, toilet, bath tub, sofa, refrigerator, stove, TWO sinks, and many other useful items, my living space is primarily occupied by alcohol and cats. I sort of squeeze in where I can and try not to trip on a box of liquor or a cat. The reason for the cats is self-explanatory unless you have no soul. However, the liquor hoarding may require some explanation. You see, I am not mentally ill or plagued by a drinking problem; I am writing a cocktail book in collaboration with Drink of the Week!
PHOTO ONE: This is the work shelf of mixable liquor. My professional booze. Most of it was provided by liquor brands, which was very nice of them. Next to the bitters on the bottom shelf are jars of liquors I’m infusing with fruit, vegetables, or herbs.
Fun Fact: For a while I seemed to only infuse clear liquors with things that turned them yellow, giving the appearance that I saved and labeled jars of my own urine. I don’t do that. Notice all the pretty red and pink infusions now. Read more
