Some good friends of ours in Evanston organized a dinner party, including us and two other couples.
It started with a short-but-to-the-point tour of the FEW distillery, which included a sampling of five spirits. That put the eight of us in a good mood when we returned to the host’s house for a taco fiesta. I had three tacos — one with ground beef (that was probably meant for the children at the kids table) and two with the pulled pork. Slow-cooked, and with a spicy pepper sauce drizzled on top. Delicious.
Some homemade guacamole made by one of the guests was noteworthy in its awesomeness and was almost completely eaten before dinner was served.
The Missus made a peach pie, with a little bourbon in the sauce, for dessert. When one of the ladies at the party spooned out a dab of Cool Whip onto my slice, I called her “The Trollop with the Dollop,” which was not well received. And I wonder why I don’t get invited to more parties in mixed company…



