Friday Musings: Phoebe Kat

Friday Musings: Phoebe Kat

For as far back as I can remember, I have always been a person who has watched the clock and flipped the calendar pages. Even as a young child, I looked forward to whatever was next with as much anticipation as my little heart could muster. Birthdays, Christmases, certain family parties and cookouts. My cousin Nancy’s wedding at age 11 when I was a junior bridesmaid and danced all night with the boy I thought I’d marry, high school graduation and the parties that followed, my own wedding at age 21. When these big moments in life arrived, I felt as though they had an aura about them, existing within a bubble that held them both suspended in time and protected from the outside world. I soon learned that within this insularity there was also a deceptive fragility. Every amazing and wonderful life event was always followed by a certain feeling that I could only describe as sadness. I felt so guilty even acknowledging it. I’d just had this intensely happy experience that was evolving into an unforgettable memory, and here I was with a major case of weepiness. Just the slightest google search will point us towards something called opponent process theory which takes the position that we’re most comfortable in a Goldilocks state of emotional homeostasis. More simply put, once we feel one intense emotion, its opposite is certain to follow until we level out again. Sure, I’ll buy that, but isn’t it true that the brightest colors of the aura were always meant to fade, the walls of the bubble to give way, and reality to set back in? The fullness we feel in our hearts simply cannot last forever. We know this. Our big event has ended, and something makes us wish that we could find a way to live it all over again.

Of all the moments in life that have evoked this particular phenomenon for me, the births of my three children sit at the top of the intensity scale. I think that most parents reading would agree that there are few events that are as highly anticipated and profoundly moving. I also experienced these same emotions when my three grandchildren were born, Nora, Jack, and Nellie, especially since I had the great privilege of being in the delivery room with two of them. Covid restrictions prevented me with the third. Last Mother’s Day, I had breakfast with my daughter Wendy and her husband Andrew. They placed a gift bag in front of me, and when I opened it, I found a positive pregnancy test inside for a baby that was due to be born on January 16, 2023, even though we now know she wouldn’t arrive until ten days after that date. At the moment I opened the gift, despite the normal caution and experiential knowledge that pregnancy can sometimes be a long and worrisome journey, the anticipation began for me. It grew as Wendy grew, and because we are so close, I knew every detail of every day, with the excitement culminating in the 24 plus hours she, Andrew, and I spent together helping their baby make her grand entrance. To say that being part of that process was amazing and unforgettable is the biggest understatement I could ever make. To say that I am proud of Wendy and Andrew and eternally grateful to them feels equally inadequate. There really are no words that I could write to describe the feeling of watching this important little life come into this world, especially knowing as I do now how quickly she’ll grow to hold my hand and walk with me and talk to me about all the things that are so very important to her. And one day, I know that I will do the same.

The happiness I felt in the hours after her birth was truly astounding. I paid particular attention to it. I felt the bubble grow, and all the colors inside it began to shimmer. I was filled with so much clarity and gratitude for all the little things along the way that had mattered so much. Shared excitement. Encouraging words. Small kindnesses. A giant pink Pilates ball quickly loaned for the purpose of bringing on labor. The perfect coming home outfit. Family and friends who allowed me to text them throughout the long night with updates. The contraction monitor finally indicating transitional labor at 4:30 am. The nurse and midwife who arrived with the 7:00 shift change like absolute rays of sunshine. The moment her head emerged. Welcome Phoebe Katharine! Watching my daughter cry tears of joy. I wanted to take each of these instances, and so many more, and hold onto them forever, but I could feel them already beginning to fade in that sad, sweet way that they do. All of this has led me to wonder if what we experience during the truly big events of our lives feels so heightened because it represents the perfect expression of our shared humanity. When we are overwhelmed by emotions, we are moved to be kind. We have no reason to ask whether or not it’s appropriate or to consider if it will ever be reciprocated. There is nothing holding us back from being the best version of ourselves. Once we return to reality, this loss of humanity could very well be the source of our sadness. I’m convinced now that it is. Since most days appear to be unremarkable, we tend to forget all that we are capable of feeling and doing for one another. Yet within the hours that comprise each of these ordinary days there are opportunities for us to remember, just as long as we know how to find them: by looking through the lens crafted by our biggest and brightest moments. What is revealed there is that even when life seems to be at its most mundane, we still have the power to make it exceptional.

For today’s cocktail, I began with Kinsey rye whiskey aged in a Port wine cask from New Liberty Distillery in Philadelphia where Andrew is the production distiller. It’s very, very good, and it seemed only fitting that I should use it as the drink’s base. I added a cardamom ginger simple syrup, blood orange and lemon, a dash of beet juice, some club soda, and bitters made by Crude that have flavors of pecan, magnolia, and habañero. In terms of flavor matching, cardamom has a great affinity for blood orange, and its spiritual meaning of great clarity and joy worked perfectly as well. The oranges themselves stand for new beginnings and happiness, and beets are a universal symbol of intense love. The ginger juice in the syrup represents great strength and passion, the habañero in the bitters echos this, and the pecan and magnolia are things that are refined and unusual. Together, all these ingredients speak to a drink that is anything but ordinary, which is fitting since it was crafted with the idea of a brand new granddaugther in mind. Any one of the symbols, however, can be found in our ordinary days. I am hoping that Phoebe Kat helps me to remember where to look for them. Cheers everyone. Happy Friday!

Phoebe Kat

2 oz Kinsey Port Wine Cask rye
1 oz ginger cardamom simple syrup
.75 oz blood orange juice
.25 oz lemon juice
.25 oz club soda
1 dash beet juice
2 dashes Crude “Lindsay” bitters

Long shake over ice.
Double strain into a cocktail glass.
No garnish.


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  1. Congratulations, Carla. A beautiful new life added to the family! You are blessed and then, blessed some more. Wendy and Andrew ,also blessed to have you. So much to enjoy now and in future days and years.

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