"Look what my friend Carolyn made me for Christmas," I said to my farmer friend on Christmas Day.
"It looks like a jar of tractor diesel," my farmer friend replied.
No, it wasn't tractor diesel; it was damson gin. And the dark blobules in the accompanying bottle weren't sheep droppings; they were sloes.
We finally cracked open the damson gin last night. It was fantastic. Like the best cough mixture you've ever tasted.
(I mean that in a really good way.)
Thanks, Carolyn. Make mine a pint.