Another Groop night comes and goes. After encouraging Marika to write about dancers, because every thing she writes oozes with movement, we talked about Absinthe. Nick was trying to remember some drink that included absinthe and maybe gin or maybe vodka and some bitters and some other crazy stuff. Here is a link to some possibilities.
In another place and in another time, a member of Groop pulled out a smuggled bottle. We gathered in close while he soaked a spoonful of sugar in a drop of absinthe, then lit in on fire to carmelize it, then poured the absinthe slowly over the spoon into a glass. It was the color of the water of Lake Tahoe, over in Emerald Bay, on a sunny day. And it tasted like it looked.