For my mother's birthday (which is today, happy birthday!) I had to go to the liquor store. My mom doesn't actually drink liquor, but she wanted to start making some tinctures like the ones I've been making from native plants. I got her the two Rosemary Gladstar guidebooks that I've been using for Mother's Day, and decided to get the items she'd need to make the products for her birthday. Things like the little bottles and jars. And, as you may remember, some of the recipes call for vodka.
So I found myself at the liquor store, where I don't go very often. Years could pass without me setting foot in a liquor store, which is probably good since the minute I enter through the doors I am consumed with guilt. As though I've already done something wrong (I have no similar guilt over buying a bottle of wine at the grocery store - but something about the liquor store does this to me every time). Like just in crossing the threshold I have done very bad things.
I found the vodka and then something strange happened as I was meandering my way out of the store. It started with the amaretto. Instantly I felt the need to make amaretto cake. Then there was the Malibu rum. Didn't I see a recipe for Malibu rum cupcakes recently?
As you might imagine, I had major impulse buy fails, and then I'm walking to the checkout with my arms loaded by two bottles of vodka, a bottle of amaretto, and a bottle of Malibu rum. Party at my house! I hung my head in shame as the cashier scanned my driver's license. Is there a limit to how much you can buy? Was he going to flag me for future stores?
Still...I must say. That amaretto cake? It made it all worth it!