I debated for weeks about what new fruit I should add to my Wodkatopf. The criteria was simple, seasonal and something I like (easy enough because I like pretty much all fruits). During my latest travels I feasted on fresh blackberries, raspberries and blueberries… Wishing with all my might that they were readily available and equally as yummy back in Costa Rica. Alas, it was not to be so. Upon my return I noticed that strawberries were everywhere and I could buy a pound for about one dollar.
I retrieved my Wodkatopf from its cool dark storage place and unscrewed the top. The aroma I perceived was fruity and fermented. I dipped a spoon into the liquid just enough to coat it. The sensory experience my tongue perceived was succulent. It took all I had not to pull some of the nectarines out and eat them at that very moment. The vodka had taken on all of their sweetness and tartness to perfection. The vodka even tasted…juicy. I know that makes no sense, but if you ever try to make this then you may understand what I mean. The only way I could control myself was to remind myself of how much better it would taste once it had acquired all the characteristics of my fresh strawberries.
I picked the best berries from the bunch, cleaned them gently beneath the kitchen faucet, hulled them and sliced them all in half. I carefully dropped the strawberry halves over the nectarine slices and sprinkled on a bit of extra sugar. I snapped a few photos with my new camera and excitedly screwed the top back on. I slowly escorted my Wodkatopf back to its storage spot and gave it a final glance, whispering very matter of factly: “Wodkatopf, you are coming along nicely.”