“Infusion.” I try to infuse film, music, and literary analysis with political theory, and with this post I continue my fixation with infusing alcohol. I like to think that with every creative endeavor, as we absorb the influence of those who have come before us or work among us, we seek to infuse who we are, our souls, into the world around us. With my infusions, I try to both add complexity and uncover an essential idea – whether its the godliness (or lack thereof) within humanity or the tartness of blueberries. If you’ve stumbled into my experiments, I hope you stumble out inspired to experiment with a creative infusion of your own – alcoholic or otherwise.
A couple weeks ago I celebrated my birthday with a few different treats, including a wonderful barbeque with Jesse and his wife Prathima. In exchange for their hospitality, delicious homemade food, european-style cakes and oysters, I brought over my most recent cocktail creation. Serendipitously, the aperitif paired extremely well with the Rhode Island, Wellfleet, and Blue Point oysters that we shucked ourselves.
When it comes to food and drink, I tend to skip over bare necessities and indulge my creativity. My favorite culinary adventures lie in a very frivolous category – cocktails. As I told a friend recently, I am not an alcoholic, but I am addicted to mixology. Ogling cocktail recipes ranks high on my top ten uses for the internet. Fortunately for my liver, I spend much more energy into dreaming up cocktails than consuming them.