Too manly for me

The girls had gotten me a bottle of Maker's Mark (among other things) for my birthday this year after Leanne and I had both expressed a desire to learn to appreciate (well, I wanted to learn the appreciate and she wanted to learn how to "handle") whiskey. Over lunch on Sunday I told Leanne that I'd given the whiskey a couple of tries since they had given it to me. "Wasn't it good?" she asked excitedly "It burns." I said. "It burns my whole face when I lift the glass to it!"

Because seriously, even though I'd cut it with water and ice, the fumes would burn my eyes and my nose even before I drank the whiskey. This is much like what happened with me and the Blanton's that she had given me some years earlier.

"What did you drink it with?"

"Just water and ice."

"You need to mix it with the juice!" They had also given me a bottle of pomegranate blueberry juice "It's so good that way!"

So, because I'm a wussy-pie...

Pomegranate-blueberry training wheels

It's much easier to drink this way, of course, and it doesn't do that whole face-burny thing when mixed with juice, but I'm still not sure that I'm going to be professing my whiskey-love any time soon. That doesn't mean I'm not going to keep trying, though!