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Not even a properly folded jacket pocket or a crisp 4 in hand will get you past almond milk. Everyone knows you can not milk an almond.
love dat fried bologna
I had the last of the embalmed christmas cake for desert. Mmmm. Made it last Thanksgiving. Bourbon soaked cherries and raisins in an egg-white and bourbon cake batter. With pecans. Cooked then wrapped in cheesecloth soaked in bourbon (the embalming procedure). Wrapped in plastic wrap then tin foil and stored in the bottom drawer of the fridge. Tasteee!
And I'll punch any one of youse guyz that calls it fruitcake. Is NOT fruitcake. No citron. More bourbon. Not sure where mom got the recipe but man is it good stuff. Glad I learned to make it while she was still around.