If you are originally from Florida and your backyard suddenly looks like this—
—as it did a few weeks ago here in Lexington, Kentucky, you stay put. You do not venture out to the grocery store to fetch cherries for a bourbon cocktail.
Instead, you work with what you have, which in my case meant bourbon, Hamlin oranges from Marshall Groves, and tonic.
Plus, the Internet, where I found this recipe for the generically named “Bourbon Cocktail.” I like to call it the Floritucky.
The warmth of bourbon; the bright, fresh taste of just-squeezed orange juice; and a splash of tonic to cut the sweetness. Like fizzy sunshine in a glass. Sometimes, that’s what it takes to get you through a snowpocalypse (or two).
Thankfully, my stash of oranges lasted until just this week, when spring finally came to the Bluegrass and my bartender (er, I mean husband) made my first Pimm’s Cup of the season.