One of my favourite autumn traditions involves arguing about caramel apples with my New Englander of a boyfriend. He — a man who is wrong — thinks being from Connecticut gives him special insight into what autumn “is.” He insists that candy apples — which are hard to eat and…
Sometimes the drinks I make for this column are inspired by some sort of classic cocktail. Other times, they’re forged in chaos and contain whatever happens to be in my kitchen and on my bar cart. Today’s offering falls into the latter category, and came to be because I had…
The screwdriver is not a bad drink, but it isn’t a great drink. The combination of orange juice and vodka isn’t hard to swallow, but I’ve never been like, “You know what I really crave right now? A freakin’ screwdriver.”