The Gibson
My cocktail trinity consists of the Gibson, the Negroni, and the Manhattan. I’ve already demonstrated the Manhattan, and today I will demonstrate the Gibson.
A Gibson is a martini: truly a martini because all it has is gin and dry vermouth. The defining ingredient of a Gibson is the cocktail onion garnish.
Onions in cocktails? YES!
I have a very strong preference for onions in sweet vermouth instead of dry vermouth. The onion at the end of a Gibson is probably the greatest existential joy one can experience in polite company.
How it’s done:
Ingredients
1 gin (I use Hendricks or Bombay Sapphire for this purpose)
1/4 dry vermouth
Combine with ice in a shaker and shake very vigorously.
Drop two sweet vermouth soaked onions into the glass (Sable & Rosenfeld are my go-to).
Consume the drink in a leisurely way, saving the onions for the end (except Joseph, who is allowed to consume his onions before finishing because he had faith in my mixology habit long before he should have).
Cheers
Faith is a combination of two things young Rinpoche…
“A belief in a thing which I do not know until I come to know what I believe in.”
and
Being “like a bird that feels the light and sings while the dawn is still dark.”
Mix those, and you have a faith cocktail.
Now, in the case of my experience of your undeniable…gift… I will say there was no period of faith. You see, when there is Knowledge, one no longer has faith. It becomes redundant. That first sip in the late 90′s sometime, of what you call a Gibson but what I know as a TessaBoy… that first sip catapulted me instantly from rank ignorance to full blown Knowledge. So, while I appreciate the sentiment and the recognition, this certainty of mine was never a question of faith. It was the Great Vehicle, the Satori path, The Way of the Fallen Fruit, the bolt of lightning in the dark. It was doubtless, it was instant, it was Revelation!
More onions, please?