2 parts bourbon
1 part fernet (this local kind I get that is like condensed Christmas cookies)
And then a squirt of some thick, syrupy fig balsamic vinegar.
And no, you can’t have any. This is mine.
War, I say.
After wondering if September would ever end, it’s finally the end of November. Not sure where October went, but no one at all has accused 2016 of making a luck of sense.