I discovered a bottle of Lemoncello this morning hidden in one of the kitchen cabinets. Kev and I bought it one summer while staying at a B&B in Ravello, on Italy’s Amalfi Coast.
This trip was around 2003(?) and I was never allowed to open it when we returned, which was crazy as he didn’t drink. I’m not sure what we were saving it for but I’ve decided that we saved it all these years to be cracked open on Labor Day 2012. I’m home working and this weekend (prior to the BIG vacation) Kevin is off backpacking the Sierras with his new friends. The best part is that I’m certain that he didn’t leave it, so much as he forgot to take it, when he moved out.
So, yep, 10 year old Lemoncello still sealed in a lovely bottle is still a find as it turns out. Actually, it looks perfect and tastes like lemony summer in a bottle. I’m drinking it on the rocks with a touch of cream added and harkening back to lovely carefree days we spent tooling around the hair-raising road that ribbons along on the Amalfi Coast. That summer we spent 6 weeks wandering around Italy and Sicily. Good Times.
Anyway, Delish! Hidden booze discovered. Making the finder supremely happy for centuries now…