Lazy Lady’s (or Lad’s) Aperol Spritz
When I was 24 I went to Italy. Never having been to Europe, it was – and still is – a very influential period in my life. I was living and working in northern Canada and doing some much needed soul searching. I’ve always felt I was a bit of a late bloomer in many aspects, and this time of reflection and identity was all mine and I totally owned it. I look back on that time with joy and a ting of jealousy because as painful as it felt at the time, it was so much fun in retrospect.
Back to Italy…my Mum is Italian. Her ancestors come from northern Italy and settled in northern Colorado where she was born. Mama makes a mean ravioli, always on Christmas eve, and it had been an aspiration or hers and mine to one day visit Italy.
So we went. Me, Mum, Dad. We went. It’s probably a good time to mention that my parent’s are the most wonderful travel buddies. We’re annoyingly similar. Plans, schedules, itineraries, evening poring over the next day in the travel guide. Lovely. We arrived in Venice, and spent a day exploring Murano and Burano. I bought a glass dish I still keep on my bedside table for earrings and lingering jewelry. I remember being jet lagged, Western, and hungry, and at about 6:00pm we were ready to tuck in for a meal. We sat in an outdoor piazza and a smart, chic lady, all in black sat near us. It was basically us and her, and she was independent and I was totally transfixed on her. Creep of the year goes to me.
We were far too early to check out the normal dinner crowd, but this most wonderful lady was enjoying the snacks and sipping the most wonderful orange drink. Mum and I ordered one the next day, overlooking the Grand Canal. It went something like this: “Ciao, we’ve seen almost every local here drinking an orange drink. We will take two of those, per favore”. And with much anticipation, the Aperol Spritz came. In Venice, just a “spritz” is all that’s needed when ordering. It was bitter. It was sweet. It was orange-y. Ridiculously good.
Aperol is an aperitif, normally served before a meal. With the Aperol Spritz in mind, I tend to agree with this. It’s lovely to sip while stirring a risotto, or tending to a sauté, or watching the minutes pass as biscuits bake in the oven. I find the bitterness – almost a rhubarb note – perfect for something not too sweet but full of flavour. In every place we visited after Venice: Lago di Como, Cinque Terre, Florence, Rome…this became the evening ritual. I can’t imagine an Italy without a physically and mentally tiring day, followed by a postcard and Spritz, and then settling in for a meal. When we first came back to Canada, we could only find one or two stores that sold Aperol. I have to admit Santa put a bottle in my stocking that year. I find it’s recently much more readily available, I can find it in nearly every liquor store now, and I see it on restaurant menus and in my fav foodie magazines.
When my sister Brooke graduated high school in 2011, some of my aunts and uncles made the trek to Canada to celebrate. Mum and I busted out the Aperol Spritz, and it was a hit. Most of us preferred the traditional prosecco in the recipe, but my Aunt Barb loved a sweeter champagne or prosecco which is even more decadent. I love the dry-ness of the prosecco, but both are fantastic.
This recipe is lazy for several reasons. The first is, I’ve stopped measuring my liquids. The recipe as stated below is the true Aperol Spritz, but over time and many, many tests, I’ve been able to decipher over colour and luck what will taste best. The result is forgiving. Too strong? Add more soda. Too weak? Bump up the Aperol or fizzy stuff. You can’t go wrong.
The second reason why this recipe is lazy is because I don’t usually buy club soda. I keep San Pellegrino on hand, and I’ve come to the habit of adding it’s effervescent, non-alcoholic qualities to my Spritzes in place of true soda. Italians are shuddering in disgust, I’m sure. Thirdly, every Spritz I enjoyed in Italy came with a beautiful fan of orange section on the glass. For a while, I imitated and still think it tastes better that way with a bit of eye candy. But let’s be honest, as the Spritzes flow and complacency sets in, the orange soon disappeared. The orange, a placebo really, makes the drink taste better. But for the lazy gal or guy, it’s not a must.
From the Aperol label
3 parts prosecco
2 parts Aperol
1 part soda, or something neutral-y fizzy if you’re me
Fill over ice in a wine glass (or anything else handy). Garnish with an orange slice if you feel fancy. Repeat.