Mint Juleps

Your father is a Kentucky Derby fanatic. Picture the father in The Christmas Story movie and his love for turkey. I’m a junkie. If I could pull a wing off the Derby before it’s fully cooked and eat it I would. The pomp and circumstance of it all. The twin spires, the hats, My Ol Kentucky Home, the drunken lunatics with no shirts in the infield – the whole damn thing. Love the ponies!

So tomorrow we (me) shall celebrate with a mint julep (or two) – a derby tradition. Allow me to school you: Tumbler of shaved ice. Open a bottle of Kentucky bourbon, turn upside down, smack the bottom with the heel of your hand until no more comes out. Add mint.

Then my old Kentucky home goodnight…


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