While I was in Paris last July, a friend of mine asked me where the name “Jane Austen Drank Here” came from. I talked about it a little in an older post, but as I was thinking about working on this blog more after my study abroad, I decided to mix my way through a few of the novelty cocktail books I collected this summer. My first choice was “You’ve Got Ale” from the book “Gone with the Gin” by Tim Federele. And, yes, this is a movie-themed cocktail book.
4 ounces ale
2 ounces ginger ale
2 ounces Champagne
Pour the ale into a glass. Add the ginger ale and then the Champagne.
The end result was good (not as heavy as I expected), but I think if I made it again, I would use an apple-flavored ale or a cider for a crisper taste. I used the dark ale because I already had it in the fridge (leftover from a game of dirty Santa last month).
I stopped enjoying reading pretty early in college. I had always been an avid reader who would stay up late to finish a book (probably because I didn’t have a T.V. in my room), but toward the end of my senior year of high school and into my freshman year of college, reading became more work than fun. I was an English lit and art history double major which meant that I was CONSTANTLY reading for school, and at the end of the day, the last thing I wanted to do was read some more. Unfortunately, I did not curb my book-buying/hoarding habits and now have a sizable library of barely-started or even unopened books. But it’s beginning to change now that I’ve graduated and have free time – reading is relaxing again. So even though I don’t like to make resolutions in the new year, I have decided to curb my book-buying in favor of reading books I already own – like book-shopping but free!
College also showed me that I have no idea what I’m doing in the kitchen. Like, I can make a few pasta dishes but that’s basically it – nothing fancy. Since I’m home for a while (with my mother’s supervision who will make sure I don’t set the kitchen on fire) I’ve decided to make a concerted effort to learn how to cook. Especially now that I can use a kitchen with ample counter space and a good dishwasher (both of which my college apartment lacked). So I have no excuse.
But since I am trying to accomplish both of these un-New Year’s Resolutions, I figured why not pair them? So until I make a very sizable dent in my library, Jane Austen Drank Here will track the books I meant to read and the foods I don’t know how to cook, meaning that I’ll pair a relevant dish to whatever I’m reading – that Marie Antoinette biography and some macarons may be first on the menu… Let’s see how this goes…
I would like to take a moment to say that I know next to nothing about the NFL. In fact, the only quarterbacks I can identify are the ones with Niquil commercials. So when we drove to New Orleans in October, I didn’t realize that the Falcons were playing the Saints at the Superdome that weekend. Which explained why everyone was in the French Quarter.
I had to go to New Orleans to work on my capstone art history paper on Holy Name of Jesus Church and had to go through Loyola University’s archive (everyone goes to New Orleans for schoolwork, right?). My mom and I spent most of the drive listening to The Dead Authors Podcast and then wandered around the French Quarter with the NFL fans.
My mom used to live in New Orleans so I got to relax while she played tour guide. We checked out an exhibition on Mardi Gras (Because heaven forbid that I go anywhere without visiting a museum)
and then had beignets at Cafe Du Monde. Which I enjoyed with chocolate milk instead of coffee because despite being 21, I have the palette of a 10-year-old.
We spent the next day in Loyola’s Special Collections and Archives which was about as much fun as it sounds so I’ll gloss over it. But their campus and the church I was working on are beautiful. Their campus has a statue of Jesus that faces St. Charles Avenue. I think the sculpture’s official title is probably something like “The Resurrected Christ,” but the way his arms are raised looks like a cross between a shrug and a touchdown – earning it the nickname “Touchdown Jesus.” Which is as close as I came to football that weekend.