RoCK sips a little bourbon
Guest poster Robert of Cross Keys leads a most interesting life. I wonder what he does for his real job? Here's RoCK's Free Market Friday. EL
Last week I was at the Chapeze House in Bardstown, Ky. for a bourbon tasting and dinner at the Hospitality, Kentucky Style show with Colonel Michael Masters, the host of Kentucky and also a distant cousin of mine via the Boone line.
When you have some Boone blood in you, you are probably related to most everyone from Kentucky – somewhere John McIntyre just winced at the prospect that we might be kin. Unfortunately, the evening didn’t go as planned. The bourbon bottle let me down. ...
The first thing on the agenda was a premium bourbon tasting. The Colonel has an unbelievable collection of bourbons, almost 100 – some dating back the War of Northern Aggression – most of which you’ll never see in liquor stores. He brought out a nice selection for all of us to try. I tried a few. Everything was good. I then proceeded to fall asleep … for the rest of the evening.
That incident is proof that I am no longer who I used to be. There was a time when I could throw down with the best of them. I went to an all-male college in the South, where being able to hold your bourbon was practically a requirement for graduation. Now, those days are gone. I feel like Willie Mays falling down in the outfield as I try to play a game whose time has passed me by.
My early slumber took me away from the dinner table; however, my friends were able to enjoy it. The Colonel was serving up huge pork chops doused with a splash of bourbon and grilled in his backyard. Sides were a homemade red-skinned potato salad, tangy cole slaw and slow cooked green beans with some snappy vinegar. Of course, there was also homemade black skillet cornbread. For dessert, ice cream and cream puffs were drenched in bourbon chocolate sauce.
Fortunately, a doggie bag was made up for me. I was able to try everything except the ice cream the next day. It was still really good, but I’m going to have to make it down to Kentucky again to really experience what I missed out on.
And just to be safe, next time the bourbon sampling will come after dinner.
(Photo courtesy of Colonel Michael Masters)