The other day I decided to do burgers on the grill but, being extra hungry I decided that not just any burger would do. So, I began pulling random items from the pantry and fridge and began adding these sauces and spices to my bowl of ground beef.
Deciding what I had added was not quite enough I wondered how to take the burgers up a notch. I pulled up my stool and took a peek into the liquor cabinet. Bingo we had bourbon. Let me rephrase that, of course we had bourbon. What self respecting Kentucky girl would not have bourbon in the liquor cabinet? I had to laugh as I wrote that, because to be honest our liquor “cabinet”is just that, a cabinet. A cupboard where we keep one or two bottles of liquor that rarely sees the light of day. My husband is more the beer type and I do not drink the stuff. I am more of a foo foo girl myself preferring fruity drinks with pretty umbrellas-preferably on a beach brought to me by a shirtless
young stud named Raphael-another lie as I’ve never met anyone by the name of
So anyway, I took out the bourbon, and added a touch to my beef concoction, when my husband, who had just happened to pick that particular time to enter the room, laughed and assured me that I had not added enough liquor to make a difference. Rising to the challenge I tilted the bottle and added enough bourbon to make a sailor blush.
Dinner was rather enjoyable that night and the smell wafting through the neighborhood reminded me of a lazy Kentucky Sunday as a child, sitting outside, enjoying the smells rising from the hallows…