Cocktails ahoy!

 Hello everyone. It's Saturday again. I'm pretty aware of that, but time is otherwise definitely drifting at the moment. I thought Tuesday was Wednesday, but that Thursday was also Wednesday, so Friday came as a cheerful surprise. Lockdown currently feels like a grind. There's comfort in numbers falling, but everything is *so* much worse than it was before December that the comfort is limited and the long haul is too obviously where we are.

Hence, the creation of calendar excitement. Tonight, it's not-quite-Burns-night, which I will be celebrating with a cocktail vaguely inspired by cranachan (well, it will have hastily-brewed raspberry gin in):

As yet untasted, but the colour looks okay

Otherwise there will be apple juice and soda, and either honey or lemon depending on how much sugar it turns out I whanged into the gin. It's been a slapdash sort of week. I've got Seville gin in this cupboard too, and the ice cream in the freezer plus some ice-cubed juice and zest for the future (Stef is to thank for all of this). I also have blood oranges and rhubarb, which are proper January seasonal joys. I'm at least anchored in months, if not days. 

Anyway. Have a more complete and classical cocktail, the Americano I made last night thanks to The Spirits: 

If all else fails, get you a newsletter that celebrates Fridays with a whacking great drink. That'll keep you grounded.

Upcoming: nothing next week when I'm a bit busy, but the #HeritageKitchen #ConfinedCookalong on 6 Feb and Not-Valentines on 13th, as is only right. I am brewing an idea for what we do on our anniversary, too. Because that it *not* long to go. Blimey. How time flies when you're spending every day in the exact same spot doing the exact same things.