Whiskey Sours are a serious tradition in my family. For as long as I can remember, my grandfather would make these classic drinks for every holiday or get together we’d have. I’m reasonably certain it was the first cocktail I ever tried, likely given to me when I hit an age where I felt too old for Shirley Temples (little did I know there is no such thing). The drink was handed to me full of bright red maraschino cherries and giant wedges of orange, and was quite likely heavily diluted. It was delicious and citrusy and sweet. When my now-husband Sam came […]