1. I asked Whitney what we should have for dessert on Mother's Day.
2. She had the perfect recipe.
3. She had never made it or eaten it.
4. Jean couldn't even read it to me over the phone because she couldn't pronounce some of the words. (and she's a gourmet chef...and smart!)
5. When she scanned it over to me, it was four pages, small print.
6. It called for more than one alcoholic beverage.
I was smart and delegated dessert to Whitney.
She made several trips to random grocery stores trying to find strange ingredients and the result...
Pour cherry liquor on some cardboard slabs and top it with pretty shavings, and you'll enjoy our Mother's Day dessert.
I repeat: do not try this at home.
I knew it was trouble when:
I asked Whitney what to have for dessert.
