The gin sour is just like the whiskey, scotch, or (delightsome) rum sour: it is the juice of half a lemon, plus a quarter teaspoon of sugar or simple syrup to taste, plus a jigger (1 and 1/2 ounces) of gin, all shaken with four or five ice cubes in a cocktail shaker. Strain it into a cocktail glass. It tastes good enough to come with a story.
"You don't really want me to have this, do you?"
She had already mixed and drunk one while waiting for him. Waiting .... "I guess I'd better have something to eat before I go," her son had piped innocently, forty minutes before. And had gone to the fridge to hunt out something, while the single mother refrained from drumming the table in frustration, and the clock hands inched down.
Now it was quiet. The table was cleared of its dinner debris. Two more drinks waited there, icy, gray-clear, pulpy, potent. The glasses beaded quickly with condensation. A declining summer sun glowed hazy through the shadows of the trees outside the old pantry window, all bleared with dust. They sat together.
He took a sip, then another. She swallowed all of hers in a few gulps. He watched her, and she burst out laughing and covered her face with one manicured hand. She confessed, and he grinned.
"You don't really want me to have this," he repeated. She laughed again, and he left his unfinished.
"You don't really want me to have this, do you?"
She had already mixed and drunk one while waiting for him. Waiting .... "I guess I'd better have something to eat before I go," her son had piped innocently, forty minutes before. And had gone to the fridge to hunt out something, while the single mother refrained from drumming the table in frustration, and the clock hands inched down.
Now it was quiet. The table was cleared of its dinner debris. Two more drinks waited there, icy, gray-clear, pulpy, potent. The glasses beaded quickly with condensation. A declining summer sun glowed hazy through the shadows of the trees outside the old pantry window, all bleared with dust. They sat together.
He took a sip, then another. She swallowed all of hers in a few gulps. He watched her, and she burst out laughing and covered her face with one manicured hand. She confessed, and he grinned.
"You don't really want me to have this," he repeated. She laughed again, and he left his unfinished.
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