Sarah's 20 Things
- Patti's Boat Sinker Pie
- The Judds
- Wide open Western Kentucky sky
- The Kentucky Derby
- Kentucky Lake
- Leigh's Barbecue
- Old Morrison
- bell hooks
- Bluegrass music
- Abraham Lincoln
- Transylvania University
- Kern's Kitchen Derby Pie...and the fact that they serve it in the cafeteria at Transy.
- Loretta Lynn
- Blue Moon of Kentucky...as sung by just about anyone.
- Barbara Kingsolver
- The Appalachian Mountains
- Wendell Berry
- Paducah
- Grater's ice cream
- Kentuckians
~ Sarah Stewart Holland
Mint Juleps
Derby is 100 days from today.
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Beyond the imagery of the julep, I find that there is, when done properly, a surprisingly good cocktail. Now, I'm not much for the pre-made bottles that pop up every spring, but a well-made julep is a wonderful complement to a hot day. I've always found that Dudley's in downtown Lexington serves the very best version of the Commonwealth's Cocktail-- sweet, tart, and icy cold, with the slightest fizz of club soda.
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While the mint julep is perhaps the most famous symbol of the Kentucky Derby, it has as many critics as it does fans. Louisville newspaperman Henry Watterson famously once described his own julep recipe: "Pluck the mint gently from its bed, just as the dew of the evening is about to form upon it. Select the choicer sprigs only, but do not rinse them. Prepare the simple syrup and measure out a half-tumbler of whiskey. Pour the whiskey into a well-frosted silver cup, throw the other ingredients away and drink the whiskey." Here on HerKentucky, Cristina wrote that, while she loves the individual ingredients, she just can't get behind the finished product. I'm even the only julep afficionado in my own home; my fiancé considers the mint julep to be a waste of good bourbon.
So, while I still have to wait 100 days until I pull out my fabulous hat and dress and sip the season's first julep, I decided to bring a little julep culture into my life tonight. I made a little flower arrangement using a Louisville Stoneware julep cup and some springy blooms. Here's hoping it makes the countdown go by a little quicker!!
I Don't Get It: Derby Infield
Today, we kick off a new series titled: "I Don't Get It." Each Friday, one of us will each share one traditional Kentucky element that just doesn't make sense to us. With a group of such diverse and opinionated belles, this is sure to be interesting!
Drunk people, obnoxious college students, girls flashing everyone, and mud wrestling.
No, I'm not talking about Bonnaroo or Mardi Gras, I'm talking about the infield at Churchill Downs during the Kentucky Derby.
When I think "Derby," I think of wealthy people, celebrities (although more B and C- list than A-list), mint juleps, fine bourbon, pretty dresses, and fabulous hats. The singing of "My Old Kentucky Home" is robust and full of state pride, whether you're a lifelong Kentuckian or just in town for the day. Even those who don't know the words try to fake it. For those few minutes, my Kentucky heart swells with pride.
This just doesn't match up:
As a state (um, Commonwealth), we already have stigmas of overalls and shoeless feet. When I see the coverage of the Derby on TV, and they cut to the bead-wearing, mud-covered, keg-standing flashers, it's like I'm watching what happens in the hours before filming a Girls Gone Wild video.
Drunk people, obnoxious college students, girls flashing everyone, and mud wrestling.
No, I'm not talking about Bonnaroo or Mardi Gras, I'm talking about the infield at Churchill Downs during the Kentucky Derby.
When I think "Derby," I think of wealthy people, celebrities (although more B and C- list than A-list), mint juleps, fine bourbon, pretty dresses, and fabulous hats. The singing of "My Old Kentucky Home" is robust and full of state pride, whether you're a lifelong Kentuckian or just in town for the day. Even those who don't know the words try to fake it. For those few minutes, my Kentucky heart swells with pride.
This just doesn't match up:
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image via Churchill Downs |
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Image via Louisville.com |
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Keeping it Klassy (via ambergris on Flickr) |
When I do Derby, count me among the ones who will get dolled up and pretend like I'm a classy southern lady with a fabulous hat and a genuine interest in the horses - not one of the flashers in the infield.
Have you ever done Derby infield? Am I being a judgmental stick-in-the-mud?