Yeah, like a good steak. These are getting finished with Johnny’s Whiskey Sauce. Never tried it, but we’ll see how it comes out. Odd, because it wasn’t over with the rest of the normal BBQ sauces in the market, it was over in the section that has all the McCormick dry marinade and sauce mixes, and bottled international cuisine cooking sauces (they have some pretty wicked Thai and Indian sauces there). I suppose it must be a finishing sauce. I haven’t read the whole label yet, I’ve been cleaning up the dining room. The bulb blew in the curio cabinet, so I turned on the ceiling light and *eewwwwwwww*. Cat fur and food all over the place. The fat cat, Pudge, left her window perch (basically, two bar stools slid together at the window sill), and took up residence on a box with a pool closing kit in it. The box isn’t that big, but she is - her blubber hangs down each side, like melted candle wax someone put fur on. So, I’ve taken the opportunity to do some sweeping and mopping of the floor and stools. She’s so furry, she sheds like crazy and can leave a spare cat under the window in a week. She’s the one who got knocked silly in a hailstorm several years back - she took a few shots to the head (I saw it happen), and she hasn’t been quite right since. She mainly just sits in the window all day, every day (unless we take her for a supervised walk), and only gets down to use the litter box and eat. She’s a weird one. At one point, she lived in the window of the master bath for so long, Connie put in a litter box in the closet for her, and a food and water dish on the floor. I ended up buying a heated window perch and hard-mounting it to the sill. Then her daughter Nermal came in and started sleeping on the toilet tank lid. LOL This went on for a full year, and just as suddenly, she abandoned it for the dining room window. Nermal got confused, relocated to the Wild Kingdom Room, and promptly crapped in one of my fish tanks and killed the fish. LOL I swear, I’m gonna become a Tibetan Buddhist monk, wear nothing but a red bedsheet, then sit on some silent mountaintop and meditate for the rest of my life.
hehehe, living in peace is a good life. You’re due.
Let me know how Johnny’s Whiskey Sauce is.