Sunkist navel oranges have hit 50 cents each at Hoon’s, my local fruit-bodega. As it gets warmer, they’ll go lower, but I wanted to get my drink on tonight so I bought one after work and whipped up a Ward Eight or so.
How is it I’d never previously home-made one of these? (I’ve had at least one, a few years back at the Flatiron.)
On account of these tough economic times, I reached for my dusty Old Overcoat. I agree with Wondrich’s commentary on this one: the fruit juices—plus that sweet tad of grenadine—muzzle the rye’s bite without silencing its bark. It’s nice because it occurs to me now the Ward Eight is the closest to a summer whiskey-based cocktail I’ve ever made. I’m sick of calling warm-weather cocktails “refreshing” but dang it, it is, and so be it.
Ward Eight
- 2 ounces rye
- 3/4 ounce lemon juice
- 3/4 ounce orange juice
- 1 teaspoon grenadine
- Shake all ingredients with cracked ice and strain into a chilled cocktail glass.