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Farewell, old friend. I go with Champagne now.

Drunk in Love with ChampagneThere comes a time in every woman’s life when she realizes that everything that’s good ain’t good for her. For me, that time came not so long ago. On a cold Thursday night, I met my girlfriend at our local watering hole as I often do. I ordered and consumed my two vodka neat cocktails. That’s it. I had only two cocktails. I woke up Friday morning so sick that I almost thought of missing my 9 a.m. conference call. I didn’t miss my call (because I’m a straight G and G’s don’t participate in that weak shit) and suffered through the day convinced that this was some sort of aberration. Maybe I was just coming down with something anyway. Maybe I didn’t eat enough. I’ll do better next time.

Next time came a week or two later and I had exactly two cocktails at a different, snazzier spot. This time I rolled with one of my absolute faves, the Sazerac. I could tell by a few sips into the second one that I was in trouble. How could I have possibly gotten this drunk from two drinks without being roofied? I woke up at 2 a.m. unable to open my eyes and once I could, my eyes wouldn’t focus. I was down for three days this time. THREE DAYS. I have entirely too much going on to waste three whole days popping Advil and hanging near my toilet.

But, as you can imagine, what I was coming to realize was very difficult for me to accept. I tried one last time, but this time I couldn’t even bear to try liquor again. I just stuck with champagne and guess what? I woke up the next day as fresh as a freakin’ flower. I tried again a few days later with just wine. Again, I felt great the next day.

Champagne Line UpHallelujah! All was not lost.  It’s not all alcoholic beverages; it’s just the hard stuff. I love champagne anyway! I always make an effort to try different bottles. I even buy it by the case just for everyday consumption sometimes. (Note to self: Time to make a Binny’s run to re-up.) Right now, I’m really digging Bollinger La Grande Annee to keep around the house.

So instead of mournfully humming Lisa Fischer’s “How Can I Ease the Pain,”  I will focus on all of the good things and look back on my boozier cocktails with love. Besides, I can always switch it up sometimes by building my repertoire of champagne cocktails. Naturally, I’ve already perfected a few.

Some tips:

When I go all mixologist on my champagne, I tend to stick to inexpensive to mid-range champagne. Why waste the really expensive stuff? Also most recipes are at least 75% champagne. With the lowered alcohol content, there’s no way I’m mixing any more than that.

The Good Life

This is by far my go-to champagne cocktail. Something about it makes me want to celebrate.

Ingredients:

  • Champagne
  • Peach bitters (I prefer Fee Brothers)
  • Peach liqueur
  • Lemon peel garnish

This is a quick and easy one. Just shake a few drops of peach bitters into your champagne, splash in a little liqeur and garnish with lemon peel. P.S. I used to add a touch of vodka to this one. I can’t now, but by all means.

South of France

South of France

I got this one from Mastro’s (best bone marrow ever, but I digress). I make this one a LOT. Using liqeurs to bring the flavor actually ups the alcohol content (but not so much that I get all loopy) giving more bang for the buck without watering it down like juices would.

Ingredients:

  • Champagne
  • Esprit de June Liquer
  • Combier Créme de Pamplemousse
  • Lemon twist

Fill your glass with champagne and splashes of both liqeurs. Drop in a lemon twist for garnish. I try to curl the peel to the best of my ability when I’m feeling extra.

 

Kir Impérial

We go waaaay back. I’ve been fancy for a long time.

Ingredients:

  • Champagne
  • Chambord
  • Lemon bitters

Add a couple of drops of the bitters to your champagne flute. Fill the flute with your favorite champagne and top off with Chambord.

 

D’Sizzle

I love this one when I have time to prepare my sugar cubes and I’m feeling extra sweet, but spicy.

Ingredients:

  • Champagne
  • Sugar cubes soaked with a couple of dashes of Angostura bitters
  • Fresh jalapeno ring

Dash each sugar cube with a couple of drops of bitters, drop in the glass and fill ‘er up with champagne. Add the jalapeno ring. Yeah.

 

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Dining en Blanc

I participated in my first flash mob.  No, I was neither singing nor dancing.  I mobbed in the manner I mob best – by eating.  Le Dîner  en Blanc converged on the grounds of the Art Institute for its first dinner in Chicago last Friday.

As the name suggests, white was the theme.  All white everything from the tables, chairs and tablecloths to the picnic baskets, suits and frocks.  So since I love a theme almost as much as I love a surprise, I donned my first pair of white shoes since lace ruffle ankle socks and Easter speeches.

The way it works is that members are only told a neighborhood meeting/’harmonization’ point and what to wear and bring.  Normally, members bring everything, but I cheated a little and rented a table and chairs and purchased food and wine from the organizers and had them all waiting for me at the venue. As you can imagine, daphne does not schlep well.

Led by a table leader who was in on the secret, groups from all over Chicago met up, set up and ate and drank the night away. It was a lovely evening and a great flip on the overdone white party.  I can’t wait for next year’s le dîner .  I’ll know what to expect and although the outfit most definitely will change, the shoes will remain the same.  Decent looking white shoes are hard to come by.

Check out some of my pics and more professional ones from Chicago Magazine.

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closing ceremony / pimm’s cup

I love a celebration, so I tend to create excuses to celebrate.  Blame my mother for making me an only child for so long.  I had a shitload of imaginary friends, parties and conversations, but that’s another story.  The excuse du jour is the Olympics closing ceremony.

I’m not celebrating the culmination of weeks of international excellence in sport or the victory, agony and defeat.  I am celebrating the end because I am sick of it all.  After gymnastics, I’m pretty much done.  Ryan Lochte just isn’t my cup of Earl Grey.   So I had an evening planned that centered around toasting the end of the Olympic takeover of all NBC channels and the return of actual news to my local broadcast.

Then everything changedThe Spice Girls are performing during the closing!  A real, and decidedly less negative, reason to celebrate. The Spice Girls performance makes up for all the times I was forced to watch the Olympic swim girls ‘Call me, Maybe’ video and subsequently considered waterboarding myself.

Of course, every celebration requires a signature cocktail.  And what better cocktail to celebrate the end of the London Olympics and my beloved Spice Girls than the Pimm’s Cup.

Of course, me being daphne, I got all fancy with it.  It’s kind of a gin salad. Here’s the recipe (I got it from Bon Appétit with a few debauched tweaks of my own).  Think more gin.

Try it and tell me if you liked it.

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Drinking holidays make me happy. Le 14 de juillet. Bastille, baby.

I think I’ve perfected many different cuisines, but I’ve stayed away from French because I always thought all that butter, cheese, etc. leaves too much room for error.  Can you say scorched to freakin’ death?

But for Bastille Day, I thought I would man up and at least try something not so difficile.  When I consulted the net, the croque monsieur was repeatedly described as an easy French dish.  And face it, who doesn’t love a ham-n-cheese in any language?

The difference between good ole ham-n-cheese made in the US of A  and the French variety is the addition of béchamel sauce.  I was apprehensive but soldiered on like G and guess what?  It was divine.  A fancy, way less spicy…let’s keep it real, a French Rotel dip.  Mmmmm hmmmmm.

Slather that bad boy on top, layer on yummy gruyere (I used smoked) and now you’re talking.  I’m washing it down with a white burgundy.  I’ll move on to the champagne as pre-game.  Enough typing now; time to get in these streets.  Bonne fête, bishes!

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Step Right Up! Pay Attention to the Crazy Chick!

via Buzzfeed

Kate Upton is not fat. You know it. I know it. Men know it.

So why are several members of the media insistent upon sending a site run by an obviously unhappy, possibly deranged person a deluge of page views? I assume that we are so thirsty to fill the quiet with noise that we will make anything news worthy.

Back in my day, we simply ignored the crazies of the world. We surely didn’t grant them a bigger audience thus validating their insanity. Do you ever remember your mom grabbing your hand when a nut walked by and saying, “(insert your name here)! Look at the crazy man! Listen to what he has to say!” I think not.

I can hear the well-meaning dissenters. “Oh, daphne. That’s irresponsible. We have to confront these pro-anorexia sites so that young girls are not affected.” Please. With the majority of American women wearing over a size 12, it is apparent that no one’s paying this dumb site any mind, but the media and a handful of wackadoos. Yawn.

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