My Stupid Impulse Purchase for the Day
Came into work today to discover we began carrying a new liqueur. New product is exciting in my mundane little life, and I like trying new things so I know whether or not to recommend them. (Like how I don’t recommend Saison, New Belgium Brewing’s fall seasonal ale. Awful.)
Unfortunately for my wallet, it was not a new beer but some fancy-schmancy French raspberry liqueur called Chambord. You know, the type of alcohol that can only be photographed in moody lighting. I don’t normally like liqueurs, but I was strangely compelled to purchase a bottle just because of the attractive packaging. It comes in a bottle that looks strinkingly similar to the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch, encased in a cardboard box with die-cut windows so you can see the bottle itself. It also comes with a full-color Chambord recipe book, which covers not only Chambord-based cocktails, but Chambord-based foods. This is useful because my foie gras has been lacking the punch it once had and there’s a delightful recipe for a Chambord jelly that I can top it with.
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Yeah, I really don’t know why I bought this stuff. I finally justified the purchase by telling myself that I was buying it for Amanda. At sixteen dollars a pint, she better at least like the goddamn bottle.
October 12th, 2006 at 11:01 am
I hate to bring this up Bill, but foie gras is very cruel to the duck or goose. At least that’s what wikipedia said after I had to look it up to understand what the hell you were talking about.
October 12th, 2006 at 2:37 pm
Had to read the wiki entry to see what the hell YOU were talking about. Yuk. Good thing I don’t really eat that shit.
October 12th, 2006 at 3:55 pm
Look, it might go well with fattened duck liver (Mmmm Mmmm) but that pussy French stuff doesn’t go well with my American Liberty. If you can prepare it with some apple pie topped with American cheese, then we might talk. Until then, long live the Alamo and fuck the Eiffel tower. Chambord, more like SHAMBORED…right guys? right? ‘Merica!
…no…okay.
October 12th, 2006 at 4:42 pm
you know bill you don’t have to try it to recommend it. just go with the flow. “no really, Ouzo is very smooth. i recommend you mix as a martini.”
but maybe you care about the character of the liquor store. me - i don’t give a rats ass if some 22 year old buys shitty liquor for his 16 year old girlfriend. but thats just me.
October 12th, 2006 at 4:58 pm
Wait…Amanda is 16?
October 12th, 2006 at 10:40 pm
Wait… Shawn hasn’t met Amanda? Cripes, Bill.
October 12th, 2006 at 11:09 pm
Actually, no, I haven’t…
October 13th, 2006 at 12:54 am
Leslie wasn’t talking about me, dumbass.
And yes, Shawn has met Amanda. We picked her up after school the other day. She had to stay late cuz she had detention!
October 13th, 2006 at 12:12 pm
You know, you talk all about the way it looks, its uses in fancy french cuisine, and that you felt like a Yaley for buying it and pawned it off on your girlfriend, but nowhere do you state whether it tasted good or not or how it had a slight twinge that tickled the back of your throat as you slurpped from your cupped hands (like the heathan I’m sure you are in the privacy of your own home.) So, I’m curious, did you taste it at all or just abandon the expenisve purchase and ignore the original reason for buying it (other than the obvious reason of being excited by anything fancy culture has accepted that can possibly be traced back to Monty Python?)
October 13th, 2006 at 12:36 pm
BURNSAUCE!!!!
October 13th, 2006 at 1:27 pm
Haven’t even opened it yet.