Not A White Russian

White Russians. Remember those? They were silky as the synthetic dresses my girls-college friends and I used to slip into for all night dancing jaunts to Dallas bars. We’d pack into Sue’s battered VW bug, four or more of us squished in the back seat, or rumble over in Leslie’s tangerine orange Karmann Ghia, windows down to the scent of mesquite and Texas scrub. Then  we’d unfold our long legs, fluff our Farrah Fawcett hairdos and slink in to sip these at the bar. Layers of coffee liqueur, vodka and cream over ice, they were easy, fun, young.

This refreshing variation, iced spiced frozen coffee with rum, maple syrup and milk–and without the shimmery dresses, feathery hairdos or vodka, comes to you compliments of poet and dear friend Ori Fienberg, of Emily + Ori fame.

To make it, brew a small batch of double-strength coffee, adding a few green cardamom pods to the brew basket. Cool the coffee. Pour it into an ice cube tray. Freeze. Clink several coffee icecubes into a rocks glass. Add dark or good quality spiced rum (I like Bumbu from Sovereign Brands.) Twizzle in some whole milk, a spoon of Grade A Maple syrup, and a splash of cream if you’re feeling indulgent. Sit back, relax, read some of Fienberg’s poetry, and tell stories, all the best stories. https://www.badponymag.com/issue-4-poetry/2018/5/28/ori-feinberg  Happy August!