Rum

Back over Thanksgiving (?? was it that far back), Nathan brought over some extra-fine rum for sipping before/while we made dinner and chatted. I’ve had it happily lurking on the side table since then – it’s a neat looking bottle, plus you never know when you might like a little…

So tonight I popped the cork and poured a couple of fingers. Man, that is good stuff. This is NOT the rum for wildly mixing with coke. I have that rum under the sink – dark and raw carribean stuff. This one is smooth and with a lovely aftertaste (well, if you like rum) – as well as fire running down into the belly.

mmmmm.