No not really. But we do have a bit of a situation on our hands. Everybody loves the whiskey cake, we make eight-ten cakes a week for you people. All good. Because we don’t have a liquor license, we purchase each and every bottle. We (wife) head to our local friendly liquor store to purchase two 1.7 liter bottles of whiskey each week. TWO. Bottles. And they are no longer buying the “I cook with it” story.
So we will carry the burden of being deemed as a person with problems by our friendly judgmental liquor store owners, for you dear customers. Consider this our Scarlet Letter – each and every time you enjoy a bite our of deliciously moist and complementary dessert. This is our gift to you. You’re welcome.
Total non sequitur…after last Saturday’s shift we got home and the husband fell asleep on the floor while petting BuckShowalter. In fairness it was 4:30am, but found this moment pictured above worth capturing and sharing. Now back to business – updated draught list as well as oysters.
See you upstate!