Embryonic stages of Ed's limoncello. Patience my friend. Patience. Thirty more days until fruition. Thirty long long days. Then my budding alcoholism will unfurl into full bloom. I started to call my backyard citrus trees, margarita trees, mimosa trees, and limoncello trees. Should I be worried?
2 comments:
This batch of limoncello should be good. I picked the lemons this morning in my pajamas. The lemons were fresh and ripe. And Davy was also fresh and ripe when he picked them.
Why should you be worried?
Post a Comment