Orange Mint Rum Fizz to Smooth Out Your Week by L. A. Keller

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I love cocktails because they have multiple personalities. They can be serious, fun or downright naughty. There's no occasion in which the combination of flavors won't help set the mood.

I know that sounds like I spend all of my time drinking but I honestly don't. There are days (hours, minutes) when I don't have any adult beverage. Some of my sample recipes immediately go down the drain and others down the throat.

Here's one I haven't made but it sounds great for a Sunday brunch.

Muddle 8 large mint leaves in a cocktail shaker *
Add 1 egg white
Add 2 ounces of gold run
Add 1 ounce thawed frozen orange juice concentrate
Add 1/2 ounce of lime juice - can be fresh or not
Add 1/2 ounce of simple syrup **
Add 1/2 ounce of heavy cream
Shake for 30 seconds ***
Add ice and shake again for 30 seconds

Strain into a martini glass and top with seltzer.
Garnish with an orange slice or a twist of orange rind

* Muddle - using a muddler, if you have one, crush the leaves into a pulp.  If you do not have a muddler, you can use the back end of a spoon.

** To make simple syrup, heat equal parts sugar and water in a saucepan until the sugar dissolves. Let it cool before using.

*** Shaking without the ice emulsifies the egg whites

Remember to drink responsibly.

Happy Trails,

Leslie


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