The Possum Lodge Bulleit Bourbon Catchup is joining the Duct Tape Salsa on the garden stand today and they are fitting companions. Both are seriously too much tomato and seriously how can I eat this after consuming just those wimpy supermarket jars all my life. The Catchup in particular reminds me of eating my first boeuf bourguignon in Paris; every spoonful was like eating 5 cows, far too much taste to have in the mouth at one time. And oh yeah, I left the wooden spoon standing vertical in the centre of the pot last night; if had not shifted this morning.
So those who are willing can come and get some and suffer wondering how can they go back to those wimpy supermarket jars after consuming Possum Lodge.
If you don't grow up by middle-age, you don't have to.
Getting younger by the day
Bruce
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