I opened the CFB Crow Lake fridge on Friday night, internally debating what to have to drink after the drive up, and screeched gleefully like a high school girl at a Justin Bieber concert.
This.
I realise I'm talking about maple cream liqueur shortly after expressing concern at accumulating wine bottle corks, but...oh my, this is good stuff. Nice surprise. It was handed over to me (Us? No...me...) the previous weekend, but I'd forgotten so it was like it was being given to me all over again. Eek!!
This WAS actually given to me this past weekend.
I love me some Sortilège but we've wondered whether it was popular enough to remain available. This seems like a good sign.
That bottle is not being opened until we go on the weekend of June 15th, for our anniversary. Christine might get to sample it too. :-) I'd like to tell you that it took an enormous feat of will to not open it, but the upside of having very little short-term memory is that...huh...well, I'm sure it wasn't very important.
We made another trip to the Sharbot Lake Farmers' Market on a chilly Saturday morning. Our big catch was the decadent cinnamon bun at below left, for the following morning.
Christine's gluttony would have been justified because she spent a fair bit of the previous day working on Kathy's chunk of garden. She had already begun work on the upper left portion (where those little red and white flowers are), so Caroline and mum can arm-wrestle for the bottom left part if they want.





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