I grew up in the Jello era, when colorful fruity molds graced most holiday buffet tables, when tomato aspic was still a thing that was offered regularly as an appetizer on the menu of the social club my grandparents belonged to, and when a bowl of flavored jiggle was in our home fridge eight days out of ten. I remember when Sugar-Free Jello hit the market, that magical 10 calorie a serving guilt-free wobble, and suddenly our family jello consumption increased tenfold.
Empirical Spirits would like you to know that the name of their new spirit, Fuck Trump and His Stupid Fucking Wall, is not a political statement but rather an exclamation of exhaustion. And as consumers, we're free to make up our own minds. (For now.) As a statement of flavor, it stands on its own.
As you amble down the streets of Barcelona in search of a late lunch, tired from a packed morning of being a tourist, you may be hoping to relax with a glass of cava or sangria — two Spanish exports that have made their way onto many a brunch menu stateside. While you’ll surely find enough of both to last you a lifetime, you’ll also see signs in front of bars advertising Vermut, 2€! You should go in.
I used to think keeping a few bottles of wine in my pantry was a great idea, like always having flour and sugar on hand in case I have a midnight urge to bake cookies. But I recently learned that keeping bottles of wine stockpiled in a hot kitchen during in the summer could permanently damage the wine.