Jake and I are gearing up to leave for the Kentucky Derby.
Marmie — Jake’s mom — arrives tonight to watch over June and Solha. The car is getting a good going over for the seven hour drive to Louisville. A dress and a hat have been selected (don’t get excited….I ran out of time so the results will surely disappoint). My “To-Go Jar” of bourbon for juleps has been steeping in the sunshine with mint for three weeks now.
A recipe has been selected, which I plan to adapt to make allowances for my mint-infused bourbon.
Then it occurred to me…..you can’t drink a bonafide mint julep out of an improper glass. I’m one of those people who think beverages taste very differently depending on the vessel. Jake, I’m afraid, is the opposite. I’ve watched in horror as my husband knocked back chamgagne from a plastic cup, swigged red wine straight from the bottle, prepared a cocktail in a pint glass, sipped sake from a coffee mug! I recoil just thinking about it!
So I went out and splurged on four of these:
Four pewter julep cups. Mint juleps are traditionally supposed to be an icy drink–sweetened liquor stirred in a mound of crushed ice; pewter or silver nicely frosts the outside of the cup, enhancing the chill. The cups cost $28 a piece, monogrammed. I go pick them up at the jewelry shop this afternoon. Yes, jewelry shop. Turns out pewter julep cups aren’t readily available at regular kitchen supply and gift stores, but where diamond earrings are sold.
Ordinarily, I would never spend $100 on four cups but this is a special occasion. Jake is back from Afghanistan. He loves bourbon. He loves Kentucky. He loves horses. He loves drinking bourbon in Kentucky watching horses. I’m getting each cup monogrammed with a big J. And maybe, just maybe, it will mean he won’t drink his julep out of a plastic cup.