Since I started my drinking (which, for the purposes of any public admissions, began exactly on my 21st birthday and not a day before) I’ve found that there are an awful lot of opinions about what you drink and what your drinks say about you as a person. As a woman, there seem to be even more.
I like “girly drinks.” When I go to a bar, if I’m not in any particular mood I tend to order a rum and Coke. I like Lemon Drops, Fuzzy Navels, Strawberry Daiquiris, and an awful lot of other things that are derided as being overly sugary beverages designed specifically for inexperienced drinkers. If it comes in a large novelty glass and looks more like a Slurpee than a drink I’m probably a fan*. My very favorite wine is Barefoot’s moscato and I’ve got a killer recipe for white sangria that has mangos, oranges, and peach schnapps in it that I’ve included below. I’ve always had a massive sweet tooth and it’s not particularly surprising it’s carried over to the land of alcohol.
That’s not to say that I haven’t tried; I like gin and have begun to develop a sense for good gin. I spent a semester in Ireland and drank my way through countless pints of Guinness and more whiskey than was necessary. I’ve been to a Johnny Walker tasting event that I hoped would give me an appreciation for scotch. I’ve tried dozens of beers after being assured by my beer-fan friends that the reason I didn’t like beer was because I just hadn’t found the right beer yet. These explorations have led me to conclude that while I do like Guinness, I like it better with blackcurrant syrup added and I like hard pear cider even better. The only scotch I’ve truly enjoyed is Johnny Walker Blue Label, which I found incredibly smooth and lovely but which costs so much it’s just easier to say I’m not a scotch fan. I have yet to find any beer that makes me sit up and think anything other then “Wow, that sure is”¦ beer-y.”
Frankly, why should it matter? I should be able to walk up to the bar and order some hideously pink concoction that tastes like gummi bears if I damn well please. Yet women who drink “real drinks” like scotch, whiskey, or bourbon seem to be venerated in some way. Women who are beer fans cause the eyes of my male friends to light up in joy. And for all you out there who enjoy your scotch or your beer; good for you! I mean that sincerely. Everyone should be able to indulge in their preferred vices (safely, obviously). I just wish that my particular brand of vice didn’t open me up to value judgments about being unsophisticated, immature, or frivolous.
With that off my chest, for any of you other ladies whose palettes are similarly unsophisticated and frivolous, here’s the white sangria recipe I prefer to use (original is at allrecipes.com). These amounts make a gallon, but if you want more or less the link will let you recalculate the recipe for your preferred amount.
1/2 cup peach schnapps
1/2 cup cognac (I use brandy most of the time because it’s cheaper)
1/4 cup white sugar
4 oranges sliced into rounds
2 mangos, peeled and sliced
4 (750ml) bottles dry white wine, chilled (cheapest you can get, with all the other flavors there’s no sense in wasting a particularly good white wine on this)
1 liter ginger ale
- Combine peach schnapps, cognac (brandy), sugar, sliced oranges, and mangos. Chill for at least an hour.
- Pour fruit mixture into serving vessel. Add the wine and ginger ale.
*Exceptions include things with coconut and/or pineapple flavor in them because I’m strange like that.