Yesterday, I made bourbon balls. For the derby on Saturday.
(1 cup vanilla wafer crumbs, 1 cup finely chopped pecans, 1 cup powdered sugar, 1/4+ cup bourbon, 2 tsp cocoa powder, 1.5 tsp light corn syrup. Combine dry, mix up wet. Put dry and wet together. Roll into balls. Roll the balls in more powdered sugar. Stick in fridge for a day or month to mature. You can feed them more bourbon along the way, like a fruitcake, if you're so inclined. Roll in even more powdered sugar before you serve them if you want them to be pretty. Or just eat them all as-is. Whatever.)
It was my sister's birthday yesterday as well.
I was reminded of making bourbon balls with my mom - and getting a little tipsy in the process - one holiday season. I was definitely in college (and my sister in high school) at the time. Teenagers, both of us.
We were having a very fun time making a big mess of various cookies while over-sampling the bourbon while my sister was studying or something sober in the other room when my sister got the call from the director telling her that she'd made the brochure for the summer camp where we worked.
She'd worked hard the days the brochure photographer was there to make sure she was in her camp-issued apparel and doing something photogenic near groups of sufficiently happy children at all times. She wanted badly to be in that brochure. Badly enough that six months later when the pictures were set, the director called her at home one holiday-season evening to tell her. And then we all danced around the kitchen laughing.
It was one of the more collectively jubilant moments I can ever remember at my house.
So, I made some bourbon balls on her birthday yesterday even though my sister lives on the other end of the earth and they're winter treats and my baby is too little to remember riding on my hip in her sling while I made them.
Memories like that are why I may be a little weepy when we all sing My Old Kentucky Home on Derby Day.
Mother Who Cried Teething here. This morning, the baby bit my arm so hard I have a bruise and a welt. I've got my fingers crossed that this means we've got a tooth coming soon and not just a biter on our hands (or arms). Comments are closed.
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