Pomegranate New York Sour

New Year, year four. Ida stayed up until nine and then was put to bed by Tyler who sang her something off-key but earnest. I heard her settle and the duplex get quiet except for the TV. Tyler came back and sat next to me and said: four years. I said: of what. He said: of us. I said: longer than that. He said: yes, longer. But four years since you said yes at the Christmas tree lot. I said: I said yes before you finished. He said: I know. I count from when you said yes. I said: that is a good place to count from.

Made the black-eyed peas again. Third year, now firmly tradition. Ida woke up in time for the noon lunch and had broth from the peas and pointed at the pot and said hot. I said: yes, hot. Good job. She said it again. I said: yes. She walked to the pot and I moved her back. She went again. Tyler caught her this time and redirected her with more success. She is confident and determined and not easily deterred. These are qualities I want her to keep. I just want her to keep them away from the stove for a few more years.

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The black-eyed peas were simmering by ten in the morning and Ida had already said “hot” four times before noon—that part of the tradition runs itself now. But the other part, the quieter part, is what Tyler and I do after she finally settles: we make these. Pomegranate carries the same good-luck weight as the peas, at least that’s what I tell myself, and there’s something right about a drink that looks like a celebration and tastes like one too. Four years since the Christmas tree lot. We toasted with these.

Prep Time: 5 min | Cook Time: 0 min | Total Time: 5 min | Servings: 2

Ingredients

4 oz bourbon or rye whiskey
2 oz fresh lemon juice (about 2 lemons)
1 1/2 oz pomegranate juice
1 oz simple syrup
1 oz dry red wine (for the float)
2 dashes Angostura bitters
Ice, for shaking and serving
Pomegranate arils and lemon wheel, for garnish (optional)

Instructions

Combine and shake. Add the whiskey, lemon juice, pomegranate juice, simple syrup, and bitters to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake vigorously for 15—20 seconds until well chilled.
Strain. Strain evenly into two rocks glasses filled with fresh ice.
Float the red wine. Hold a bar spoon or regular spoon just above the surface of the drink and slowly pour 1/2 oz of red wine over the back of the spoon into each glass. The wine will float on top, creating the signature layered look of a New York Sour.
Garnish and serve. Garnish with a few pomegranate arils and a lemon wheel if desired. Serve immediately.

Nutrition (per serving)

Pomegranate New York Sour — The Toast We Made After She Went to Bed