I've also mulled ale and cider a few times over the years. Give me a naked flame, a handful of cloves and a cinnamon stick and I'll mull anything, me.
It's been done before
A quick Google showed that it had actually been done many times before by many different people, so I turned out to be not quite such a pioneer as I'd perhaps hoped on this occasion.But so fucking what?
Mulled white still isn't exactly commonplace - I've never had it before, and that's what counts! The cogs continued to turn over in my mind as the Ben Viveur take on mulled white wine began to take on form and void, and it struck me that I could probably boil up a classic cure for a Winter cold into the bargain. A sort of mulled wine-hot toddy hybrid.
Honey - comes from a bee's cock |
As when mulling red, you really don't have to worry about the grape variety or vintage. I just grabbed a three quid Chardonnay from the shelf in the supermarket.
Mulled (White) Wine
Ingredients - makes two large mugs:
Dry White Wine, one bottle (nothing special)
Islay Whisky, a very generous measure, I used a young, cask-strength Ardbeg
Two Lemons, unwaxed, one halved, one chopped into little pieces
Ground Ginger, a fair sprinkling
Acacia Honey, a decent dollop
Method:
Fill a saucepan with the wine and add the whisky and ginger, before squeezing in the juice of one lemon.
Bring (just) to the boil, and pour in the honey, stirring well, then add the chopped pieces of lemon.
Now turn the heat down and allow to simmer for half an hour or so, and feel free to add more honey if it's not sweet enough for your, more whisky if it's not strong enough etc. All depends on your individual palette'n'shit.
A note of caution: if it gets too hot and starts to boil again, the Angel's share will be more than they rightly deserve and the quantity will decrease, so maybe keep a lid on the saucepan.
Serve in a big mug with the lemony bits floating in it, and enjoy!!!
It sounds rather delicious. Did it cure the coldy/fluey/swiney disease?
ReplyDeleteIt made my throat feel better immediately, and made itself known rather more forcibly and pleasantly than either Lemsip or cough medicine could manage.
ReplyDeleteDear Mr Viveur.
ReplyDeleteWhilst I and Mrs Chimney were dining on Turkey over the yultide season, Mr Jenkins, Master of the coal-house, knocked on my door and demanded that I mull his wife. Suffice to say, I and Mrs Chimney were shocked. I'd heard of many a mulling adventure; mulled wine, mulled tea and mulled toast to name a few, but to mull a man's wife? The cheek of the man! I told him to be off on his merry way, sirrah, or By George, he'd feel the sharp end of father's lash. He then ran away laughing, shrieking like some drunken whino. Or, "mulled" whino.