Fireballing ....

A couple of weeks before we headed off to the beach for winter break

my recently turned legal age baby... otherwise known as Phantom Steve

came to me and asked to be driven to the bottle shop

and yes I do think if you are old enough to be able to buy and consume alcohol you should also be old enough to drive yourself

or at the very least have your learner's permit... kids these days right

anyway I must admit to being a little taken aback that lightweight Phantom made such a request

and enquired as to what she might be wanting to purchase from said liquor store

and with a twinkle in her eye she informed me she wanted to try

Fireball

 which is cinnamon flavoured whisky

seriously... Cinnamon flavoured whisky

now this is concerning to me on a number of levels

I love cinnamon in baking

in fact Swedish cinnamon buns would make it onto my last meal menu

but outside of baking I truly believe cinnamon is evil stuff

this was not helped by a rather unfortunate incident

which involved a bet to consume a mouth full of cinnamon altoids

totally not worth doing to get Phantom to clean her room I must say

and then there was the surprise Big Red Gum incident

not to be confused with the surprise yolk incident which is a story for another day

but in short while Phants loves cinnamon flavoured anything

I however, am no lover of the stuff and held grave fears for just how awful this may be

but hey being young and stupid and trying disgusting things is part of being an 18 year old

and she did seem to be exhibiting quite the enthusiasm for trying it

Of course such enthusiasm led to the concern that my little baby

may be heading down the booze hound path

and yes I know it is perfectly normal for university students

to consume copious amounts of alcohol

but part of me immediately worried that she was going to do a full Miley Cyrus on us

and start wearing butt skimming shorts, chop off her hair, sticking her tongue out all the time and contemplate getting some meaningful ink tramp stamp

but I put my fears aside and reminded her of the whipped cream vodka she wanted to try and how that turned out... or the god awful Rambler incident of recent weeks

but she swore that it got a huge recommendation

on youtube... yep she is is getting booze reviews on youtube

In the end the tipping point for getting in the car and heading off with her

was the fact that she offered to buy it herself

which due to the fact that Phants was born with frightenly short arms and crazy deep pockets

is reason enough to put aside my worries

and witness the miracle of seeing those moths fly from her wallet when it is opened

After all that stress, worry, teasing and miracle wallet opening

I would like to be able to tell you that I was right

and it is awful on a level that can only be dreamed of

but no... it is freakin delicious

plus it was fabulous to paint and I loved having it sitting on my desk for a day

 felt very bohemian

but the only way she is letting me share Her bottle of the stuff

is if I publically acknowledge the fact

so Phants...you were right 

now can Mummy have a Fireball tonight please

happy painting and Paint Party Friday all...xx