It all boils off anyways, right?
Several years ago my mom was having a problem with slugs. So she asked her friend for a can of beer to use to kill the slugs with.* That can of beer sat untouched in my mom’s kitchen for at least 3 years. The slug problem was apparently bad enough to ask for the beer, but not bad enough to actually use it. I don’t know exactly what happened to the beer, but it quietly disappeared. I suspect she gave it back to her friend, and I hope they both had a good laugh about it.
Cooking and baking is one area of at-home-parenthood that I really enjoy. It is one of the few chores that allows creativity, and artistry. It is also an acceptable way to ‘show-off’ especially when one belongs to a potluck happy church. I get more public recognition for the work I do with food, than for the work I do vacuuming and changing sheets.
There are lots of recipes I’ve seen and wanted to try that call for alcohol. The only problem is that I’m too much like my mom, I’m fine eating food cooked with alcohol, I’m even theoretically fine preparing food with alcohol. I’ve just never been able to get up the gumption to actually walk into a store and buy a bottle of wine.
I could, theoretically, use cooking alcohol. But I’ve been told that unless you’re going to use the same type of high quality alcohol the recipe calls for then you may as well just use high quality juice.
It is a source of private embarrassment for me. I can buy tampons, condoms, hemorrhoid cream- you name it- without blushing or averting my eyes, but I suspect that it will be years before I can bring myself to get some dry white wine for that mushroom pasta I make. And knowing me, once I buy it, it will sit untouched in my kitchen for another several years before I can bring myself to actually open it.
*You put the beer in a pie tin, and the slugs come to drink it and die. Or so I’ve heard.