Few things so vastly improve a morning as a passing, "Hey, just so you know, there's food on the take table." One trump: the aforementioned food is candy from Kentucky, and is thus infused with bourbon.
One of our copy editors received a care package from the Bluegrass State today - a lovely assortment of five boxes of bourbon candies, bourbon cookies of some kind, and what appeared to be a bourbon fruit cake. She generously left them out to share, and the rest of us descended upon the stash. So what if it was only 11 a.m.? It was 5 o'clock in Edinburgh...
I understand the genesis of the bourbon ball; according to the Rebecca-Ruth legend, a fan told one of the ladies that he loved her chocolate and Kentucky bourbon, and so the two were mixed. (You can visit the factory in Franklin and...um...sample.) These weren't Rebecca-Ruth, but they were just as good. The chocolate balls I understand, and the bourbon fruit cake was, perhaps, a logical extension, but what amused me this morning were the two boxes of bourbon chocolate-covered cherries. (They weren't bad, but I wonder who came up with the notion.)
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