Doctor Who cocktails: Jammie Dodger Flip
GUYS. GUYS. I MADE A JAMMIE DODGER COCKTAIL.
Figure 1: Yeah I did. 
And you can make one, too!
Doctor Who cocktail: Petrichor
Y’know what? As much as the recipes Google has turned up frighten me, I’m not gonna smack-talk nerd-themed cocktails. If people want to celebrate their love of pop culture with food coloring and high-fructose corn syrup, I will sneak a couple extra neon cherries that’ve had the last ghostly whisper of nature long ago burned out with red dye and raise my glass. But over in my corner, there’s more to a successful cocktail than “matches the color of a Spandex unitard.”
I’m a fan of Doctor Who, and I’m a pretentious bastard who likes making conceptual drinks with precisely chosen, (yes I’m gonna say it, here’s the center square on your pretention bingo card) artisinal ingredients. So here’s a cocktail inspired by a frankly gorgeous word from the Neil Gaiman-penned episode “The Doctor’s Wife”: petrichor, the smell of rain falling on dry ground.
A Lurid Salad
(This recipe doesn’t come with a photo of salad because THAT’S JUST PLAYING THE BASTARDS’ OWN GAME.)
Let’s talk about the phrase “a beautiful salad.”
Salmon-head soup
With this one, I’ve set a personal record for the highest ratio of work to results. It took more than two hours to turn this:
… into something much less imposing:
Root Beer Manhattan
It’s been quiet here. Long did I wander in the desert, working all the damn time, arriving home late and too exhausted to cook, living on the same Bittman chicken recipe and delivery food, with nothing to show for it but the perfect ingredients for delivery pizza (alfredo sauce, garlic, ham and green onions, with jalapeños for the adventurous. Trust me on this one.) But I am back, with something wonderful: the root beer Manhattan.
It turns out you can buy stainless steel straws on Amazon!
And it also turns out you can get old and nerdy enough that instead of thinking “That looks totally useless, how could any loadie snort anything through an eight-inch straw, the ones I’ve met all have the lung capacity of a chain-smoking raver with a Peter Pan complex,” you think “Damn, those would look great with the cocktails I’m making up for my food blog,” and then you buy tiny baby-bottle brushes for cleaning them, too.
The Softball
A.k.a. “what happens when you’re trying to make a cocktail out of whatever’s lying around once you’ve run out of real booze.” This is usually disastrous, cf. that one cocktail I made with sloe gin and liquid smoke that tasted like McDonald’s BBQ sauce. But this time, it made for a slightly fruity, slightly herbal, nicely balanced drink.
Peach-corn chowder
It’s summer! It’s the season for corn! And stone fruit! And bizarre exercises in overthinking food! Which isn’t actually a seasonal thing at all, chez PBR Fisher.
Manhattan Greens
“Manhattan” as in the cocktail, not the place, since Oakland is about as far from Manhattan as you can get.
