And no I’m not talking about Ricky Martin’s back up singers. Let’s say it’s mid-sixties … oh that’s 1965 for the young’ns.
My mother, you know her, you love her, she was special, elegant and graceful yet ya wouldn’t fuck with her. Well this new trend got started where you took any kind of leftover fruit in any way shape or form — like it was once an apple and now it bends … or I found it in the backyard. I just thought it was a mushroom. Ya know, stuff like that.
So Jan would just shove any of those precious gifts or their remnants into this glass jar with a lid. Let’s say you open the lid up and scoop two spoonfuls of this experiment and threw it top of vanilla ice cream. Well let me tell you, visually the aesthetic was breath taking.
And eventually, breath taken to the point that had DUIs existed back then, there’d be a baker’s dozen coming outta their driveway.
It was pure booze. Janet’s Old Fashioned Saloon – yes we deliver.
The jar … it was like this golden color … just got murkier by the year and one night when my brother and I were both home from college, I think we drained it.
Momma’s Moonshine.
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