The Night the Lights Went Out in Tulsa
Absurd, and sad, but funny January 11th, 2008
As you probably know, there was a catastrophic ice storm in the Oklahoma area in early December that knocked power out for a huge percentage of the population during sub-zero temperatures. As one would expect, trying to prepare, serve, and drink quality drinks in the dark is a heady challenge that makes one appreciate ice makers, lights, and neat Scotch (in just about that order – and I love me some good Scotch). So, in the midst of 8 days without electricity and spending it with the in-laws (as Casa de Cocktailnerd was hovering around 40 degrees) I was called upon, in the daunting face of such dire ice-less and candle-lit circumstances, to mix drinks. Here’s what I learned:
- Making an Aviation by candlelight is seriously risky business, and making the second or third, even more risky (alcohol and candles can become…illuminating)
- Making an Aviation or Gin & Tonic without ice, even when leaving the bottles outside to chill and cutting it with a bit of water to match the dilution shaking would create, pretty much leaves with a drink tasting in the Sterno category of flavors.
- Don’t use the ice outside to compensate. Ever.
- Drinking gin neat is similar to trying to have sex with the flu, the body’s willing, and you know you like it in principle, but it just ends badly.
- No matter how many
glasses of SternoGin & Tonics you have, you will decide against having sex with only one wall between you and your in-laws and no television in your room. - Drinking Egg Nog and Champagne together is a really fucking horrible experience.
- Liquor stores that open without electricity and run two registers and a couple of work lights from generators deserve your continued patronage. Saints, those people.
- Sitting around by candle and battery-powered lamplight and singing Christmas Carols and drinking wine is great fun until one of the following happens:
- The batteries run out on the lamp mid-carol and you’re walking around with your guitar, drink, and a candle trying to figure out in a strange house where any other batteries may be.
- You and your playing partner take turns accidently knocking over glasses with your guitars and cleaning them up in really piss-poor lighting.
- Someone requests ‘O Come, O Come, Emmanuel’
- When power returns and you decide to try out Jeffrey Morgenthaler’s Wassail recipe, be sure the crockpot you use has an actual ‘Warm’ setting and not just a ‘Low’ setting. Apparently ‘Low’ is actually a cooking temperature and, well, you get Egg Drop Wassail when the egg proteins start to bond and it becomes, to most people, unpleasantly chunky33 .
- Monopoly is still boring, and no amount of alcohol (or fancy electronic credit card thingy) will ever change that.
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- although a few people nominated for best drink they’d had all year, partially based on the chunks333
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#6 – wouldn’t that make it a Nog Royale?
You’re a brave man, Gabriel, but I think I would’ve skipped the mixing after I tested out number three and just gone straight to those saints at the liquor store and bought up their entire stock of Jagermeister (to store in the otherwise useless ice outside). Between that and straight whiskey, you might not have noticed the Egg Drop Wassail’s chunkiness…
Ugh, ghastly thought Blair…
I had about three glasses of delicious Egg Nog that I’d made and then tore into a half bottle of Champagne shortly afterwards. It was an extremely uncomfortable and nauseating experience.
A Nog Royale would be a hell of a betting or ‘dare’ drink. Much like the ‘Duck Shit Inn’.
Marleigh, I’ve had a pathological aversion to buying Jaegermeister to this point because of its association with tasteless and tactless drinkers frequently found in State College bars. But, I’m close to taking it on because of it’s use in the ‘Oatmeal Cookie’ drink and I’d like to try it out as a dessert cocktail.
Oh, man I thought we had it bad with lights out for 18 hours after the recent West Coast storms. One night of our house down to nearly 40 was about all we could take.
My condolences, man, sounds like you learned some important lessons, thanks for sharing them!
Fortunately the in-laws have a gas-burning fireplace that kept the family and I in dark and mildly drunken comfort (not so much with the drunken for the kids, for the record).
It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience I’m glad to have had… well, hopefully once-in-a-lifetime.
Good to see you back Gabriel! Sounds like you had a tough time. Glad to see you had your priorities right though… mixing up Aviations with or without a supply of electricity.
Even if you do use the wrong brand of Maraschino… ;-)
About #3, you didn’t use the yellow ice, did you?
I’m with Marleigh on this one – playing mixologist in a blackout and sub-zero temperatures is one psychotic step too far for me. Kudos on performing admirably and not killing everyone in their sleep.
“Playing”, good sir?! Avast ye! Choose yer words with more care matey lest you find your stature painfully shortened by my blade.
But yeah, getting out of the event with a minimal number of scars and scarred children is a plus.
And no, David, despite the poor lighting I managed to avoid the yellow ice, though that might improve the taste of Batavia Arrack, yeesh…(another post to come soon)
For drinking gin neat, sipping does not work. Tossing it back from an half-ounce shot glass does work. :) An ounce-and-a-half shot glass is too much, though.