My last weekend off for the month and didn't feel like cooking. Nightcap after takeout has me feeling like my father, though. What bottle of something rumish comes to hand blindly swiping at the bar being too lazy to turn on a light or flash my pocket torch? Is there juice in the fridge? So a half-pint mason jar packed with ice, filled halfway with Bermuda Gold liqueur, and topped with light guava nectar.
I regret nothing.