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Listen: Toni Tipton-Martin’s Recipe for Blackberry-Ginger Bourbon Smash

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Award-winning culinary historian and author Toni Tipton-Martin talks to Jesse this week about her new book,?Juke Joints, Jazz Clubs and Juice: A Cocktail Recipe Book.?It’s a fascinating conversation about how the creativity, hospitality, and excellence of Black drinking culture shaped the American cocktail scene, how the discovery of old cookbooks became the doorway to a deeper understanding of her African-American historical studies, how she went from being a “bubbly wine” person to one who can appreciate the nuance of fine bourbon and her?One: Blackberry-Ginger Bourbon Smash. Toni is editor-in-chief of?Cook’s Country?and the author of many books, including the award-winning?Jubilee: Recipes from Two Centuries of African American Cooking: A Cookbook.?You can follow her on Instagram @tonitiptonmartin.

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Blackberry-Ginger Bourbon Smash

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