Weeks ago, Mr. S. (not Mr. Jaunty, mind you) and I spent an evening at The Kitchen Workshop. Totally groovy place, and worth the trip just for their killer baklava recipe. That was the night I mistook wine for iced tea, then came home and plucked my eyebrows with my bare hands. Ah, the memories.
That night introduced me to sambuca; I didn’t try it, but I wanted to. Like King Kaspar, I appreciate licorice. Panda licorice is particularly good, and I’ve never turned down a tin of licorice allsorts. I even tried wearing anise extract as perfume once in my optimistic youth, but my peers were unimpressed. Possibly even anti-impressed.
So this week when Mr. S brought home a bottle of wine to share with Mr. Jaunty, he also brought home a cute li’l 50ml bottle of sambuca for me.
Too much backstory? Sorry. Also like King Kaspar, I tend to dilly dally. Or shilly shally. Or drag my heels.
I sipped about half a the bottle of sambuca last night, my mouth awash with potent licorice flavor. Then lightning struck my brain (name that allusion!) and I thought “Say, I wonder if licorice-flavored hot chocolate would taste okay…”
While erranding today, I picked up a box of cheap cocoa mix and prepared to subject my defenseless tastebuds to Sambuca Cocoa.
VERDICT: My results were totally unremarkable. As overwhelming as sambuca tastes straight from the bottle, it would take more than a splash or two of liqueur to stand up to powdered cocoa.
Further bulletins as events warrant, but don’t wait up for bulletin-warranting events; this experiment might not be worth a trip to the liquor store.
Speaking of unwarranted updates, my homemade deodorant is swell. I’ve been wearing it four or five days a week. The scents seem to disappear after a couple of hours— not unlike the perfume oils themselves— but I still smell clean at the end of a workday. This is NOT an antiperspirant, however, so I may retire the pucks come summertime.
Angry Chicken kept her deodorant pucks on a pretty dish; I rest mine on a shell smuggled from the Jersey Shore… in my bullet bra.
To apply, I break off two pea-sized chunks of a deo cake, moisten them in the sink, rub between my fingers, then massage the cream into my underarms. Sounds ridiculous, perhaps, but makes me feel like an extraordinarily fancy lady. No mere stick of drugstore antiperspirant for me! I MASSAGE MY ARMPITS WITH SCENTED CREAM!
One thing puzzles me; while the whole batch of homemade deodorant was a pale, off-white color (seen above on the left), some of the deo has turned an odd, mottled brown (above right). None of the ingredients were brown, and not all of the pucks stored in the fridge have turned brown— though come to think of it, only the Pumpkin Spice Latte cakes have held their color. Huh.
To end this post with a real whizbang finish, I should produce a batch of homemade sambuca deodorant.
Instead, I will brush my teeth and go to bed.