I had to add this photo of the whiskey my mom bought to make her manhattans while she was here. She’s blood, but would you hang out with anyone who drank booze with these names?
I also wish I would have taken a picture of my fridge when she was here. Like mother, like daughter…it was packed! Pouring over recipes the ten days she was here led to, “let’s make this, let’s make that.” Needless to say we ran out of time and I had to develop my menus using all that was left. We had a wonderful time making and eating new things.