It’s done. My bourbon balls have been made, packaged, tagged and dropped off at the Kentucky Expo Center this weekend. I put my John Hancock on the line proclaiming, “These balls are in fact made by the hands of yours truly.” But I have to say folks, I don’t think they’re blue ribbon worthy.
After eating the candies for two days [and taking in the fumes of bourbon], I thought maybe my taste buds were just a bit off. So I had a taste test at work and it confirmed my original belief: my balls are weak. Tasters said my balls still tasted good… but not as strong as they usually are. That, my friends, grinds my beans. But I still submitted them [as there was no way on God’s green Earth I was going to remake my balls. And they looked pretty too. Really pretty. Can’t redo pretty, my friends.]
So yeah, weak balls. And yes, I’ve been saying “balls” for days and I just get a kick out of it. I’m not the only one. Friends have been wishing me good luck with my balls and saying they can’t wait to see my balls at the Fair. The level of maturity has dropped way low for the week. It’s amusing. I’m taking le blog with me.
But anywho, my balls. Bourbon balls. Since they’re State Fair bound I decided to have a photo shoot with my balls. To really show how yummy and delicious and chocolate-coated they are. What can I say? I dig my balls.
Bourbon Ball recipe <here>.