First Things First: Please check your ID to make sure you are over the age of 18. Or 19. Or 21. Or whatever legal drinking age is in your neck of the woods. (Just covering my butt, you understand. Not that anyone under the age of 18 is likely to be reading this blog... unless it's some kind of natural consequence for some poor choice or something. "Now, Tyler, because you told your mother that her healthy homemade granola bars "tasted like ass" you can just sit your butt right down here and google a recipe that you think will taste less like ass. I'm sure that there is a nice blogger lady out there with a fabulous recipe that will do just the trick. Once you've done that, you can march yourself over to the kitchen and begin making those bars as soon as you apologize to your mother. When the bars are done and you've cleaned up the kitchen, you are free to join your friends at the skate park to participate in the activities that, I'm sure, are already in progress.")
Second Things Second: I would normally apologize at this point for my uses of the words "butt" and "ass". However, as you presumably noted in the "First Things First" section, ID has already been checked so, in my opinion, no apologies are necessary. I might throw one in for good measure later on, but I haven't decided yet.
Ok. Let's get down to business!!
Beer Ice Cream??? YES. Stout, in fact.
The Handsome Husband is a beer snob. That means that by proxy, so am I. I love the stuff. The GOOD stuff. So when I'm going to make beer ice cream, I'm...
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