I went grocery shopping this morning, as I usually do on Sundays. I thought I'd go ahead and pick up a six-pack of 1554, but then I realized that when I moved to San Angelo I'd moved to the 18th Century as well. Can't buy alcohol until noon on Sundays. I have this good-looking cake recipe I want to try this week, which requires raspberry liquer in the mix. Not only can't I buy that until afternoon, I can't buy it in the grocery store. Although they've recently made it legal to sell hard liquor within the city limits, nobody is doing so as yet (licenses not issued I'm guessing). OK, fine. I know I'm stuck in Bibleland (thank you, Poppy Brite, for that term), but at least the liquor stores outside the city limits are available, right?
Not on Sundays. I don't know whether it's a law that they be closed or just that nobody goes to the sinful liquor vendors on church days, but they're all closed until tomorrow. Guess I'll make that cake another day.
Not on Sundays. I don't know whether it's a law that they be closed or just that nobody goes to the sinful liquor vendors on church days, but they're all closed until tomorrow. Guess I'll make that cake another day.
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Raspberry liquer...mmmmm! That's...Chambord...right? I have a HUGE bottle of that stuff in my liquor cabinet.
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I don't care whether it's Chambord brand or any other - it's going in cake batter so it'll mostly burn up anyway. Lot of good it does me for YOU to have a bottle, although the fact that it is huge does help reinforce the Alaskans Are Lushes theory. :-)
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And I suppose it's better to be a lush rather than a full on alchie (if there's a difference?).
*Photo of built in liquor cabinet forthcoming (built by the MICHIGAN BOYFRIEND).*
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Yep, sure did. Of course, someone tried to torch the Pinkies on Sherwood Sunday night - just trying to do God's work, I suppose.
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