There was always, always a bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream Liquor in Mother’s freezer.
Frozen is how she always enjoyed it best.
It was like a milkshake.
Thick, rich, savoury and altogether decadent.
It became somewhat of a custom after spending a day together to enjoy a toast to life late in the evening before going to bed.
She would go to her china cabinet, pick out two of her beautiful and shiny pewter stemmed aperitif glasses and pour the frozen Bailey’s almost to the brim.
Then, we would sit and ease back into our comfy chairs and enjoy a quiet and sleepy Mother and Daughter moment.
No, I will never be able to enjoy a shot of Bailey’s without thinking of not only her, but of us as well.
And if you are one of the lucky ones who ever shared a shot of Bailey’s with her…
You’ll always think of her as well.
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