She’s not listening to a word about Ken’s board meeting. Why? Because Old Forester, that’s why. It’s not called Old Banker for a reason, Ken.
But Meg’s not the only with her eye on the prize.
Behold, Irish eyes are smiling. And why wouldn’t they be? It’s a lovely day to be outdoors in the piney woods, jaunty green hat askew, sporting a thick gold wedding band, smell of beef charring in the air. Somehow, there’s an endless tap of beer in the park. Keep it flowing.
Why? Because dextrins and maltose and B-complex vitamins, like your doctor said. It does a body good, and pairs well with burgers and horseshoes. Cheers to healthful values!
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I am a tad worried about my wine stash, Kerbey. Although liquor stores have been deemed essential in New York State so far (!) we don’t want to venture out for a visit.
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Makes sense. The more cases, the less venturing out.
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I’ll drink to that. I couldn’t resist. I have not had old Forester in more years than I can remember. I always did consider beer to be a neglected food group. That is a sweet station wagon in your header photo. I think gas station attendents are still required; by law; in Oregon. Curious.
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I knew you would appreciate the wagon!
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Spotted somewhere on the internet: “This the third time this week I stocked up on my two week’s supply of beer.” Sparkle-taste! Max says “the goodness of Malt” is a an excellent descriptive term.
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That malt should know!
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To healthful values!
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