How Dry I Am

I live in a dry state–I think that’s the technical term. I’m not sure. But in Idaho, they don’t sell hard liquor at the grocery store. Only beer and wine. Do you know how annoying this is when I want to cook something that calls for Grand Mariner or brandy or I have an impulsive idea to serve martinis at a dinner party I’m throwing? I have to plan ahead and make a special trip to the state owned liquor store. And make sure you don’t need booze on Sunday or a holiday, they ain’t open. In L.A. you could go into any market and buy whatever you wanted, 365 days a year.

I don’t get the logic in holding back on the hard stuff? I mean honestly, a person can get crocked on Boone’s Farm just as easily as they can on Jack D.

So darling husband, if my creme brulee tonight doesn’t turn out, I didn’t have time to go to the liquor store for the 1 Tablespoon of Grand Mariner it called for. Sigh.

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