4th of July – we had a BBQ one year and this was the cake we made and served. Someone brought their own Tonic Water. She left it behind in the fridge. Days later I came home late, ate dinner, pour myself a drink. I like to mix juice and fizz so I added a good measure of tonic. A few minutes later my face flushed. I asked the family if it was warm in the house. Not warm – drunk. I am intolerant of ETOH. I flush, get a headache, then fall asleep.
I have had this aversion since my first vodka screwdriver when I was a high school senior. We ate a greasy hamburger and went riding on the No. 7 train to Times Sq. As is our want we rode the last car and when the train jerked to its stop at the last station I promptly threw up and it floated under the engineer’s door. I am ashamed to say we ran.
Back to my story. Yup! That tonic was laced with gin. Our guest had mixed her own and brought it. No need to inform me. And of course, I found out. Luckily it was night and I slept off the effect before heading back to the OR the next morning. I shall ever suspect unaccounted food in my fridge.
Yes, Susie Homemaker. Too funny. Good cake. She had a stand mixer. Wow. Me? Pillsbury, Betty Crocker all the way…