This recipe is for my late father-in-law, Andrew. He loved whisky and would often make up a thermos of this curious Scottish concoction and bring it out to the farm on very cold days when he and my husband Tim were working outside all day. A little dose of Atholl Brose seemed to help keep them going when the sleet was coming in sideways, the mud was up to their ankles and the enthusiasm for the job at hand was waning.
Andrew is so very sorely missed by the whole family, and we now make and share this on his birthday every year. It warms us inside and out.