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When I was growing up, a few well-meaning aunts used to say that I should marry a doctor – I assume because doctors are supposed to be rich and prestigious and solid, whereas I was a dreamy, impractical child who would probably flounder in the real world. Perhaps to their dismay, I tend to date artist-types.

I blame my apple habit. They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, but I eat so many apples – two, three a day – that the effect is probably akin to vampires and garlic. It is my favorite fruit in the whole world, especially in the fall, when they are so perfectly tart and sweet, when they feel just removed from the branch instead of shipped up from Peru.

Anyway, this weekend, I discovered the existence of Applejack – like hard apple cider, only highly concentrated and boozier. I also discovered this cocktail, by Eat Make Read, that calls for both applejack and rosemary syrup. With these unusual ingredients, it’s a dreamy cocktail – a good drink to toast my writer boyfriend with.