BlackBerry Beret

“Blackberry Beret”

I have met quite a few musicians in my day, and I’ve had a few dalliances over the years. No matter how famous they were, or how long I knew them, one will always stand out in my memory above all the rest.

Prince.

Having friends in great places has led to many wonderful opportunities, and being allowed backstage at a Prince concert was one of those perks.

I stood there wondering what I would say to him. Turns out, I wasted a whole lot of time worrying about that, because as soon as he came off stage, I was completely awestruck.

There he stood, in all his five-foot-two glory.

And don’t get me wrong — us Cajun girls grew up around short kings, so height has never done much to sway my opinion of a man. I married and reproduced with one who proudly claims to be a whopping five-foot-six, so clearly I have never required an NBA roster.

But it wasn’t the height.

It wasn’t the shiny, sweaty chest, the glittery scarves, the tight pants, or the high-heeled boots that looked like they had been stolen from a Victorian child who was reincarnated as Elton John.

It was the energy.

Pure, strange, beautiful, confusing energy. The kind that entered the room before he did and seemed to linger after he left. I just stood there, frozen, caught somewhere between awe and whatever emotion makes a grown woman forget how her mouth works.

Was it because he was famous? No. I had met plenty of famous people.

Prince just emitted something. Some unexplained force. Like Puck had come alive, only his magical power was sensual confusion. If he had turned around and said, “Lord, what fools these mortals be,” I would not have been the least bit surprised.

And just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.

The room felt emptier without him in it, like everyone left behind was quietly hoping that energy would circle back around one more time.

I am sure he never noticed the white lady standing in the corner with her mouth hanging open, but I will always remember being a couple of feet away from him, completely paralyzed by that gentle power.

So this drink is not about pretending I knew him. It is not about claiming a bigger story than the one I actually have. It is simply a little purple, a little dramatic, and named for the kind of memory that never really leaves you.

“Blackberry Beret” is dark, berry-forward, brightened with citrus, and just moody enough to deserve its own soundtrack. It is the kind of cocktail that looks fancy without asking you to behave fancy, which is really the only kind of fancy I fully support.

Serve it cold, preferably somewhere with good lighting, good music, and at least one person willing to listen to your favorite backstage story for the third time.

Because some memories deserve a toast.

And some drinks deserve a name with a little drama.

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Author: Jolie Meaux

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Blackberry Beret

Prep time: 10 MinTotal time: 10 Min

Our twist on “The Brown Derby”. Fresh Blackberries and grapefruit juice with a hint of almond and Steen's blended syrup.

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Ingredients

Blackberry Beret

• 1 1/2 oz Bourbon
• 1 1/2 oz Grapefruit Juice
• 3 Blackberries
• 1/2 oz Steens blended syrup or Molasses
• 1/2 oz Almond syrup
• 1/2 oz Lemon Juice
• Put blackberries and grapefruit juice in a shaker. Muddle until thoroughly combined. Add ice, almond syrup, lemon juice, syrup, and Bourbon. Shake and strain into a coupe-style glass and garnish with a grapefruit wedge.

Instructions

Blackberry Beret

1. Put blackberries and grapefruit juice in a shaker. Muddle until thoroughly combined. Add ice, almond syrup, lemon juice syrup, and Bourbon. Shake and strain into a coupe-style glass and garnish with a grapefruit wedge.

Nutrition Facts

Calories

354

Fat

7 g

Sat. Fat

1 g

Carbs

46 g

Fiber

2 g

Net carbs

44 g

Sugar

43 g

Protein

5 g

Sodium

15 mg

Cholesterol

0 mg

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