Swizzle and Whisk

Swizzle and Whisk Cocktails, mocktails, small-batch catering, and bold artisanal blends that refuse to behave. Private Welcome to Swizzle and Whisk, where rebellion meets recipe.

We craft bold cocktails, zero-proof sips, and small-batch sweets with attitude. Curated chaos. Crafted flavor. Texas-made and unapologetically spirited.

Today’s nationality: Spanish. 🇪🇸Don’t ask questions. I’m emotionally committed now.The drink can wait. The yelling can’t...
07/19/2026

Today’s nationality: Spanish. 🇪🇸

Don’t ask questions. I’m emotionally committed now.

The drink can wait. The yelling can’t.

Who y’all got? Spain or Argentina?

Choose wisely. I may judge you accordingly. 😏⚽

¡VAMOS!

It’s been a week… and somehow it’s only checks calendar… still this week.Tonight I made a few Malibu, pineapple, and cre...
07/18/2026

It’s been a week… and somehow it’s only checks calendar… still this week.

Tonight I made a few Malibu, pineapple, and cream of coconut cocktails for other people. Then I got home and figured I’d earned one myself.

Except I don’t know how to leave well enough alone.

Started with Malibu, pineapple, and cream of coconut. Ended up treating my liquor cabinet like an all-you-can-pour buffet. Chambord? Sure. Maraschino liqueur? Why not. A couple other bad influences? They showed up uninvited.

Was it necessary? Probably not.
Did it improve my attitude? The jury’s still out.
Did it improve the drink? Absolutely.

Some people journal. Some people meditate. I apparently conduct tropical science experiments in my kitchen.

Cheers to surviving another day. 🍍🥥🍹🍒

Current status:I own enough liquor to stock a small bar, yet somehow spent 30 minutes insisting I had nothing I wanted t...
07/10/2026

Current status:

I own enough liquor to stock a small bar, yet somehow spent 30 minutes insisting I had nothing I wanted to drink.

Opened cabinets.
Rejected everything.
Argued with myself.
Started pouring random bottles.

Accidentally made one of my favorite drinks in months.

At this point I’m convinced my subconscious is the bartender and I’m just the unpaid intern.

Calm before the chaos.This week has kicked my ass a little, not gonna lie.Two more shifts until a day off…which is adora...
06/29/2026

Calm before the chaos.

This week has kicked my ass a little, not gonna lie.

Two more shifts until a day off…which is adorable, because “day off” just means cleaning, reorganizing rooms, and trying to convince my house it’s not actually auditioning for an episode of Hoarders.

But first…smoothie. Strawberry. Banana. Orange. Pineapple. Because surviving on spite alone is apparently frowned upon.

Here’s hoping the last two shifts treat me a whole lot better than the last five did.

If you’ve followed Swizzle & Whisk for any length of time, you’ve probably seen him snoozing in the background of a phot...
06/27/2026

If you’ve followed Swizzle & Whisk for any length of time, you’ve probably seen him snoozing in the background of a photo, supervising from the couch while I was making syrups or packing orders.

This was Baxter. My silent partner.

He wandered onto my parents’ farm years ago after someone abandoned him. Or maybe he just decided we were his people.

He was part Jack Russell, part Heeler, and 100% committed to making sure no fence ever contained him. If there was a way out, he found it. Under it. Over it. Around it. Didn’t matter. Then we’d all be driving the neighborhood calling his name, hoping he’d eventually decide his adventure was over and come strolling back home like nothing happened.

As he got older, the adventures got smaller. The neighborhood runs turned into couch naps. His job description changed from Escape Artist to Head of Quality Control.

Every batch of syrup. Every market prep day. Every late night bottling session. Every “I just have one more thing to finish…” He was there. Usually asleep. Occasionally opening one eye to make sure I wasn’t slacking off.

He wasn’t just Scott’s best friend. He was part of Swizzle & Whisk from the very beginning, even if his biggest contribution was supervising with absolutely zero effort.

Today we said goodbye to the best silent partner a chaotic little business could ask for.

From his first day with us to his last, he was exactly who he was. Wild, stubborn, goofy, loyal, and loved beyond measure.

Rest easy, Baxter. I hope wherever you are, there isn’t a fence in sight. ❤️

Working on the website. Brainstorming new syrup flavors. Adding to the bar book. Cleaning out rooms so I can finally org...
06/25/2026

Working on the website. Brainstorming new syrup flavors. Adding to the bar book. Cleaning out rooms so I can finally organize the chaos I’ve apparently been cultivating as a hobby. Meanwhile, my incredibly brave guard dog is holding down the couch like it’s a full-time career.

It’s my day off, which apparently just means I get to choose which work I’m doing.

Will I remember to eat today? Jury’s still out. But I did make an iced coffee that could probably qualify as emotional support, so I’d call that a solid start. ☕

Tonight’s episode of Poor Decisions and Perseverance is brought to you by salted caramel Baileys, Frangelico, coffee liq...
06/22/2026

Tonight’s episode of Poor Decisions and Perseverance is brought to you by salted caramel Baileys, Frangelico, coffee liqueur, Chambord, and the fact that apparently my day off was just a rumor.

Spent the day wrestling with my website, which has me feeling like I’d get absolutely curb-stomped on a reboot of Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader? Every time I fix one thing, three more things pop up and demand adult supervision. Unfortunately, I am the adult supervision.

Somewhere between eleventy billion things on my to-do list and the approximately seventeen browser tabs open in my brain, I may have accidentally stumbled onto what I think could be a sleeper-hit syrup. So if all goes according to plan, chaos will be bottled and available later this week.

For now, it’s dessert disguised as a cocktail, mindless feel-good movies at 1:30 a.m., and aggressively avoiding eye contact with my responsibilities.

Productive? Debatable.

Still standing? Also debatable. 🍸📺

It’s 2:50 a.m.I spent a concerning amount of my evening in a never-ending time loop where I kept explaining that the res...
06/21/2026

It’s 2:50 a.m.

I spent a concerning amount of my evening in a never-ending time loop where I kept explaining that the restaurant requires shoes.

Shoes.

Not a tuxedo. Not a background check. Just footwear.

Every conversation somehow ended with me saying, “Please put your shoes back on,” like I was running a daycare for aggressively confident adults.

Then we moved on to the exciting sequel: “No, you can’t bring your own beer into the bar.”

A sentence I apparently needed to repeat enough times that it became part of my personality.

Anyway.

I am now on my couch with an old fashioned made with my new bergamot, orange and vanilla Demerara syrup, plum bitters, and Bulleit. Virgin River is on. The lights are low. My eye twitch is settling down.

It was either this or end up on a true crime documentary.

The old fashioned seemed like the healthier choice.

Took a break from cleaning because I was putting syrup containers away and discovered there was only about an ounce of B...
06/18/2026

Took a break from cleaning because I was putting syrup containers away and discovered there was only about an ounce of Burnt to a Fig left.

Obviously the responsible thing to do was not waste an entire ounce of perfectly good syrup.

So now I’m sitting here with an old fashioned, Baxter is passed out like he’s exhausted from supervising, Canada has scored AGAIN, and the cleaning is currently losing to soccer while patiently waiting for me to get my life together. Which sounds suspiciously like a future Eva problem.

Still need to finish the new website. Still need to figure out dinner. Still planning to watch the Mexico game later.

At this point I’m less “getting things done” and more “wandering between tasks with purpose and a cocktail.”

Breaking news: the World Cup is on, which means I will spend the next few weeks loudly critiquing professional athletes ...
06/13/2026

Breaking news: the World Cup is on, which means I will spend the next few weeks loudly critiquing professional athletes from the comfort of a bar stool while my knees file formal complaints.

Somewhere deep in my soul, I still think I can make that run, score that goal, and survive it. Reality, however, remembers my age, my work schedule, and the fact that I pulled a muscle reaching for a bottle opener last week.

Anyway, if you need me, I’ll be working, watching soccer, and briefly convincing myself that if Coach put me in, we’d turn this whole thing around.

⚽️🍻🤦🏻‍♀️

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