Frankly, I was doubtful about Anne of Green Gables. I was convinced she was secretly a drunk, middle aged, slightly fanciful, tiny tiny woman in full dissociative break. Kindreds? Lake of the Shining Waters? Eyes rolled so much they get stuck? But then Anne won me over, decisively so. How did she do it? A, she admitted she loved tea parties. B, she accidentally (on purpose, admit it) got Diana drunk (in order to get her in on the hallucinations imagination train action). Ohhh, L.M. Montgomery. You had me at cordial. Thusly, I made my own cordial in honor of the moment I started liking Anne.
Except, because I'd had some wine before making this (would you have it any other way?), I seemed to think that the actual currant wine was made of cherries. And that is how this came to be Rascherry Cordial, instead of boring old raspberry cordial. This process made me realize something I'm okay with: I don't much like Meyers Lemons. They're like part Balsam, part rosemary, part lemon...and not nearly as acidic as I want them to be, ever. Disa to the pointing. Probably, use real lemons. OR don't, your choice. Additionally, while flirting with the idea of spiking my cordial like an 80's high school dance punch bowl, I ultimately ruled against it. You know, since Matthew or the French Canadian boy-helper wouldn't be around to take my unruly ladyguests home in his buggy. But hey, it made enough to freeze two 16 oz. jars, so my friends, summer is just around the corner at Green Gables South!
Except, because I'd had some wine before making this (would you have it any other way?), I seemed to think that the actual currant wine was made of cherries. And that is how this came to be Rascherry Cordial, instead of boring old raspberry cordial. This process made me realize something I'm okay with: I don't much like Meyers Lemons. They're like part Balsam, part rosemary, part lemon...and not nearly as acidic as I want them to be, ever. Disa to the pointing. Probably, use real lemons. OR don't, your choice. Additionally, while flirting with the idea of spiking my cordial like an 80's high school dance punch bowl, I ultimately ruled against it. You know, since Matthew or the French Canadian boy-helper wouldn't be around to take my unruly ladyguests home in his buggy. But hey, it made enough to freeze two 16 oz. jars, so my friends, summer is just around the corner at Green Gables South!
Rascherry Cordial
adapted from Anne of Green Gables Raspberry Cordial
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