Y’all, it’s been a long week. If you need to uncap a Blue Moon and be done with it, I’ll understand.
If you need to pull out a Mason jar of moonshine and just sip, perhaps through a cinnamon-stick straw…I’ll applaud you. (h/t to the Physicist for experimenting with this technique, albeit with a toddy.)
I thought about cancelling Kiddush Club this week and keeping it simple; after all, we’re going to have multiple opportunities for Shabbat Rosh Chodesh (erev Rosh Chodesh, etc.) during our lifetimes, and we didn’t have to get it perfect on the first try. But then Bert revealed that Ernie was on his way into town, and of course we had to host him properly.
It’s weird, right, that in celebrating Rosh Chodesh we’re basically reveling in darkness? (Or maybe not so strange, depending on what your Facebook wall looks like right now.) And it’s maybe even weirder to be like, “Hey, beloved of Kiddush Clubber, it’s been way too long, and now let’s plunge into a period of patient despair?” (Luckily, there’s booze for that.)
Or maybe it’s exactly what Rosh Chodesh Kiddush Club should be. It’s been dark in Chicago since Saturday (I’m speaking literally), and here we are gathering in at least one of our far-flung dear ones*(66:20) and finding comfort in being together.
We settled on a drink the color of starlight, something we could sip while we waited for the light to come back.
Recipe: Dark Side of the Moon: Shake 1.5 oz gin, .5 oz crème di violette, .5 oz orange liqueur with ice. Strain into a fancy glass and spritz with lime; garnish for an orange wheel (raw, candied, whatever) from the chariot of flame (66:15) that will make sense of all this darkness.
*This metaphor falls apart if you know that the Physicist is in Texas this week, but pretend with me.
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