When I was thirteen years old we lived in Huntington Park. A girl named Kathy (went by Kat) was the coolest chick ever, all the guys thought she was one of the boys. She had feathered hair and bounced as she walked with confidence. I was socially awkward and just turned thirteen.
You can imagine how happy I was when Kathy invited me to hang out. We were in a circle, listening to The Doors and the boys passed a bottle of whiskey around. Then the bottle came to me and it was my turn. I had never tasted any type of alcohol. Kathy handed me the bottle and I took a swig. It came down slowly, the liquor warmed my throat and I felt the fire in my belly. They looked at me with pride and gave me a pleasing smile.
Unfortunately, my bliss was short lived. The fire in my stomach began to erupt and was becoming a volcano. “Oh no,’ I thought, “…don’t throw up…don’t throw up.” It all came up and splattered all over the concrete floor.
I was so embarrassed and the boys laughed. As she walked me home that night, “Don’t worry” she said, “Same thing happened to me and gave me a wink.” I never hung out with them again. Instead I went to work at my parent’s restaurant in South Gate. I still consider myself a whisky girl but served in a tea cup.
Jameson Mule Whiskey Cocktail
This is my favorite adult beverage, the Jameson Mule. Come in to Provecho and enjoy one!
- 1.5 oz. Jameson Whiskey
- 1 to 2 drops of bitters
- Ginger Beer (Preferably Cock and Bull)
- Lime wedge
- Fill up a mason jar with ice.
- Add the whiskey, bitters and fill the mason jar almost to the top.
- Squeeze the lime wedge into the drink and take your own swig.
This one warms my belly. Cheers!
Disclaimer: Rosie O’Connor does not encourage underage drinking. This is just a memory of her own rites of passage as a teenager. Drink responsibly.