lightweight

My Reality, one of the best cooks in the known universe, left a comment on my last post with what sounded like a wonderful recipe for peaches cooked in sugar, butter and brandy, then drizzled over vanilla ice cream.

Our liquor cabinet was (not atypically) bare, so I walked over to the local package store and picked up some cheap brandy. When I got home, I poured myself a really small glass -- just to see how it tasted. With predictable results.

Which is why my peach-making projects will be postponed til this evening.

(I'm turning off the comments in a most likely futile attempt to deflect or at least limit the waves of mockery I can already sense emanating in my general direction)