Brad's 40th birthday was last night, and the party was a rousing success. Should've been - we worked our asses off getting ready for it. But... no one ate much of anything (aside from the ice cream), and too many people brought beer. There's a small chance we ended up with more than what we started with. That's. So. Wrong.
As I mentioned, the ice creams were extremely popular. I made three: the vanilla/bourbon/candied pecan, the chocolate with cayenne and cinnamon, and the nutella. The nutella was fantastic - you couldn't taste the hazelnut at all, but instead, it tasted like a really, really awesome malt cup. I'm surprised we have any of that left. The vanilla/bourbon/candied pecan was as fabulous as I remembered from last weekend. Brad's comment was that it was just tipped to the correct side of too much/right amount of bourbon. And the candied pecans were a killer addition. Of course, the chocolate/cayenne/cinnamon was great - but previous batches and Sebastian Joe's already told me that would be true.
People stayed until after one, and I cleaned up afterwards, so we were up until 3. I'm pretty wiped out today, but it was completely worth it. I'm sipping the last of the leftover margaritas, and there's a pot of white bean/ham soup simmering on the stove. It's a good Sunday night.
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