I could eat a peach… Or let it sit in bourbon for a month.
Two days ago I got my hands on some very overripe organic peaches. Rather than eat them I stuffed them in a mason jar and filled it with bourbon. Why, you ask?
Peach bitters!
Today I spent some time wandering around Kensington Market looking for things witches buy. I found them all, with the unsurprising exception of cinchona bark. For that the search continues.
I’m preparing a new jar with wormwood and gentian as the bittering agent. In my tickle trunk I have also cherry bark, lavender, dried hibiscus, lemon grass, fennel pollen, cinnamon, cardamom and staranise. Those will go into another jar as the aromatizing agents. While the peaches are in bourbon, I’m using vodka for the herbs.
Details and pics to follow, at some point, I’m sure. It’ll take about a month.
P.S. Don’t breath in deeply with your nose in the jar of wormwood. It’s been five minutes and I still have this odd taste in my mouth. Metallic, like a battery.
