I’d invited a few, close friends to an intimate gathering. My promise – great conversation and an even better Bloody Mary.
You know, one that perfectly balances garden-fresh ingredients, savory spices and just the right amount of zip. Without the baggage of an overcrowded, overpriced bar.
But my friends know I struggle to pour a decent beer. So they were betting on some Frankenstein concoction or tomato juice splashed with ethanol.
One-by-one, they sipped from their dew-covered glasses. And one-by-one their smirks faded to eyebrow-raised astonishment.
Breaking the silence, Rachael proclaimed, “This is the best damn Bloody Mary I’ve ever had!” Little did she know I had a single-bottle secret that made it all possible…