If you were to ask my younger sister Genevieve what she associates with peach schnapps, she would probably tell you that the traumatic experience of being forced to drink it by her older sisters made her the way she is today. But that’s only because she exaggerates. I mean, she’s in her sophomore year at Carolina, so she should probably be thanking us. Though she does routinely eat babies*… maybe that was our fault.
You see, when my grandmother died we all spent the better part of a few weeks going through her house and packing it up. One afternoon Gen and our other sister, Lauren, and I were working together and Gen came across a bottle of schnapps. Which we immediately made her drink from. Naturally. Even though she was only in… middle school? Okay, we’re jerks. But the groan she made afterward was so priceless that if I had to do it again, I so would. I refused to drink any because clearly it was awful, I could hear the proof in Gen’s mouth noise. Now, many years later, I will admit that I was mistaken and that Gen is crazy, because schnapps are delightful.
As part of our holiday celebrating Dan and I made fuzzy navels, a drink combining peach schnapps and orange juice. Fuzzy navels, despite having one of the more off-putting cocktail names, are delicious. Fruity, not overbearingly alcoholic (though you can change that by adding vodka) and perfect to sip out of champagne flutes. Because we recently acquired these gorgeous engraved flutes from anthropologie and now all I want to do is sip things out of them. And the fruitier the cocktail, the better. Maybe I’ll serve them the next time I’m with my sisters.
* Gen probably doesn’t eat babies. Though, if you ever find yourself on a deserted island with her, I wouldn’t leave your baby alone. She might eat it. Or try and barter it for a lean pocket.
1 part peach schnapps
3 parts orange juice
Combine schnapps and oj in a mixer with ice. Shake well and serve.