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sipping on a drink i just improvised that i’m quite pleased with:

1/2 oz pomegranate molasses
1 oz riga black balsam
1 1/2 oz dry gin
3 drops orange blossom water

shake all but the orange blossom water with ice; strain and serve up.

sprinkle with orange blossom water and garnish with a pomegranate blossom, or contemplate how long it will be until next you glimpse a pomegranate blossom.

pomegranate molasses and riga black balsam are both big flavors and i think they play very well together here, the sweet-and-sour of the molasses gradually peeling back to reveal the herbal astringency of the liqueur.

for mysterious obvious reasons i’m tentatively calling this ‘the eleusinian mystery,’ but does anyone have a better name?

more nu-disco queens please

between ‘my whole life is a prison’ pearl and ‘magic won’t heal my ptsd’ korra, this has been a great week for feeling emotionally devastated by children’s cartoons.

a couple years ago, philip sandifer attempted to play every officially licensed (and a handful of unlicensed) NES game, in alphabetical order, and write them up in a way to give them meaning.

eventually he was overwhelmed by the masochism of the task he had assigned himself, but he made it surprisingly far into that catalogue of misery before throwing in the towel! in the process he produced over a hundred wonderful essays; this one is absolutely among the top ten.