Oh for the love of kittens... really? You're experimenting with drinking vinegars?!? I'm already a vinegar junky and *basically* drink it when I douse my salad with balsamic, or my french fries are sopping with malted, or my morning corned beef hash is swimming in a puddle of Worcestershire (which, honestly, is malty vinegar with an extra layer of umami and nummy nummy tamarind).
I put pickle juice in my martinis, white vinegar in my water for poaching eggs, and baste all my simmered pork in cider vinegar. When I finish a jar of pickled beets (which is more time in a year than one might surmise because I flipping love beets), the best part is drinking the juice.
I drink cider vinegar with the "mother" in the morning for a pick-me-up, all of my Asian cuisines have rice wine vinegar, and my absolute favorite "secret" ingredient in nearly everything I make is a shake of champagne vinegar. I can't eat bisque without a shot of sherry vinegar. No empty jar of pickles in my house goes wasted... no, no, no, taking a swig of pickle jar juice is akin to reaching the cracker jack prize — a mouthful of the salty, dilly juice is almost the sole reason for embarking on the task. If you ask me, cucumbers exist solely to revel in the gloriousness of vinegar.
My most recent birthday, Mr. E asked what I wanted for a cake and I said "vinegar pie" (seriously, you should have seen his face... he was like 'uh, I don't think I've ever seen that at Tops...") I have about a dozen shelves in my kitchen, and two are dedicated to my vinegar collection. If I had a child, their name would be Vinegarette. If I had a tattoo, it would be the Lea & Perrins logo. If I were on death row, my last meal on planet earth would include frites with malt vinegar (and pickled beets, I freeking love them! and artichokes... yes, I'm one of those)
If I could dip Ryan Reynolds in cider vinegar, I think I'd have a heart attack on contact — but I'd die with a smile.
I've edited this post so many times because I can't stop faffing about the multitude of ways I love vinegar. I literally put down my glass of wine to wax poetically for my love of everything vinegary.
Puuuuulllllllleeeeeezzzzeeeee, for the love of all things holy and vinegar loving, please please please share your adventures in fat washing vinegars, because if I could drink vinegar like I drink wine... I might just have a new hobby (and probably massive gall stones).
