The Backyard Spritz - dnadistillery classic rakija, a hybrid we are calling “arak-cello”, strawberry and basil soda, some bubbly Prosecco of course and lemon for even more acidity and lift I don’t think Baba or Dedo or Taita or YiaYia ever came close to drinking something like this in their backyard. There was probably no time in between checking the sarma and yelling at the next door neighbours for some unexplained yet friendly reason. But let’s do some hopeful imagining, let’s accelerate the past and throw in some nuance and creativity. Perhaps, amongst the pressures of assimilation and unfamiliar lands with difficult tongues and tones, our immigrant forerunners found some sort of effervescent bliss in the backyard. Took time to be proud of their red bricked house, standing tall against the backdrop of their humble village beginnings, and sipped slowly, letting a small giggle squirm out from behind their mouth and that one gold platted molar. This is an ode to that. Here’s hopin...