Thirsty Thursday! Just a cap-full?

My parents were royalty when it came to throwing a party with plenty of alcoholic drinks. It was certainly a life skill learned when I became the unofficial drink maker at some of their soirees. No, do not call the cops, it was totally accepted in my childhood years to refill drinks for the adults in attendance.

The irony is I never became a bartender, but I do appreciate the ceremony of a happy hour. As the years passed, Big Guy and I would chuckle seeing my parents bar with a bottle or two with what we call a “wee dram” in the bottom.

So many questions leading off with why they did not just finish the bottle. Were they worried they would not buy another bottle the next day since they went out every day?

I guess I just buried the real headline here in there is never a bottle close to empty in the Carondelet Kitchen. We call it the “Betty Pour” in honor of my mom who loved to ask for a cap full of gin. Cheers!