Whoa, Amaretto!

No one knows where or when she got it, but Lucy#1 had a brand-new bottle of Amaretto in her liquor cabinet when she moved to Oklahoma. She’s not much of a drinker; she had never tried Amaretto and had not opened the bottle. I’m not much of a drinker, either, but I do like Amaretto. So, Lucy#2 having told Lucy#1 that Amaretto is an almond liqueur, we decided to crack open her bottle and give it a shot. Literally.

Unfortunately for class and style, neither of us owns liqueur glasses. Fortunately for us, we don’t worry much about being classy around here. Her wine glasses were not yet unpacked and mine are enormous; we opted to just use juice glasses for the taste test.

I poured a shot into one glass and before I could pour anything into the second glass, Lucy#1 knocked back the first glass in one gulp! 

There was a little bit of a gasp, a little bit of a cough, and her eyes got big for just a second. I said, “Whoa, you’re supposed to sip that stuff! It’s hot if you shoot it like that! Are you okay?”

She (eventually) replied, “I’m fine. I don’t want any more of that. You can have it.”

I’ve since suggested she give it a try in a more innocuous manner, say, as an ice cream topping. (Blue Bell Dutch Chocolate ice cream with a little Amaretto on top is A-okay!) She’s not interested.

We both learned something from The Amaretto Incident. I learned to give Lucy#1 a heads-up about anything tricky when she’s trying something new. She learned not to take a big drink of something she hasn’t tried before.

We have decided to stick to white wine when we feel wild and crazy in the evening. We have drunk a bottle and a half of wine in two and a half weeks. We sip together, relax, and chat. It works.