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So to paraphrase Bror: “Will it be a gin or whiskey for my sundown drink?”
Last night it ended up being a whiskey while I read By Line: Ernest Hemingway while frying up some sausages for dinner. We had a Bordeaux “normal” with the sausages (no Margaux on hand).