It was a coincidence of sorts. Last night, I splashed some bourbon on some ice cream and pecans, discovering it to be a very sophisticate, subtle adult sundae. In the process, I also discovered my bourbon’s cork exploded, and I had to decant it into a mason jar, of all things.
In order to limit my “hillbilly experience” to a minimum time, I started looking for recipes to cook with bourbon, and someone pointed out how it goes with all kinds of sauces with beef.
I had already promised myself a leftover brisket sandwich for lunch today while I was cleaning up after “dinner”* last night. And as I was prepping the meat for reheating, the bourbon kinda gave me a “Come here, Big Boy” wink.
I looked around, and realized I wasn’t GOING anywhere, so...why the hell not?
* it‘s in quotes because what I had was the aforementioned sundae with a side of warmed, buttered bread pudding.
In order to limit my “hillbilly experience” to a minimum time, I started looking for recipes to cook with bourbon, and someone pointed out how it goes with all kinds of sauces with beef.
I had already promised myself a leftover brisket sandwich for lunch today while I was cleaning up after “dinner”* last night. And as I was prepping the meat for reheating, the bourbon kinda gave me a “Come here, Big Boy” wink.
I looked around, and realized I wasn’t GOING anywhere, so...why the hell not?
* it‘s in quotes because what I had was the aforementioned sundae with a side of warmed, buttered bread pudding.