February 27, 2015
I assume that most of you probably need a drink after questioning the meaning of life and existence brought about by a debate over a fugly dress last night. Friends, lovers, and family members have been torn apart thanks to a gold/white vs. blue/black debate. Sounds like we could all use a whiskey sour.
History: According to the Internet, the whiskey sour was first mentioned in a Wisconsin newspaper in 1870. I would imagine that people in Wisconsin were drinking lots of whiskey sours to forget the fact that they lived in fucking Wisconsin (sorry not sorry). A man named Elliott Stubb is apparently credited for coming up with the drink in 1872, however, so like honestly who fucking knows.
Types: Just as there are like 10 different variations for your martini, there are equally several variations for the whiskey sour. A Boston Sour, for example, has egg white in it. A New York Sour adds dry red wine to the equation. So like, you do you.
All you need to fucking do is shake the liquid ingredients (the simple syrup/powdered sugar, lemon juice, and whiskey) with the ice and then strain into a glass. Garnish with the lemon slice and cherry. Proceed to get drunk.
Important note: if you drink too many of these you’ll probably pass out face down on a bar and/or throw up in a back alley and/or throw up on your bathroom floor. Not that I know.