Dating : My GRANDFATHER'S Favorite Drink

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He’s Not An ALCOHOLIC!

No, it wasn’t exaaactly alcohol, though I like where your mind’s at.

My grandparents had a giant larder.

We lived in a country that was fairly rural and it was the norm and perfectly legal to make your own alcohols and stuff like that. The larder was basically filled with fruit conserve and alcohol. You feel me?

It was one giant shelf that reached to the high ceiling — our ceilings were ridiculously high. I don’t know why.

Anyway, it was quite a good bit away from our kitchen and my grandparents didn’t know exactly what was what in there.

They had to try something before bringing it to the kitchen!

And that was exactly what, one day, they had done.

Somebody tried this big bottle of something and left it there, on the shelf, for it wasn’t what they had wanted to bring to the kitchen.

Fast Forward>>>

My grandfather has to go look for stuff in the larder again. This time, it was for a special occasion. He picks up a giant bottle and tastes it. “Hmm, this is pretty good!” he thinks to himself. He drinks more.

He brings it out.

Our larder was dark.

Basically, somebody had left that bottle open for a few months and the liquor inside it was raspberries with sugar and alcohol — all fermented properly.

That type of drink doth attract a fair few flies, don’t you think?

My grandfather had sampled it and assumed what he was drinking were bits of raspberry.

Upon bringing it out into the light — to serve our guests, mind you — he realized it was actually full of dead flies.

Delicious!