Taboo Condiments

So for father's day Jake and I thought it would be fun to send our dads some stuff from Michigan.  We found a super cute little boutique that sells Made in Michigan stuff.  Apparently Michigan is known for their cherries!  Delicious!  There was a whole section dedicated just to cherry jam.  We hunted through all the jars, determining what was the best value per ounce (they weren't cheap!)  We found a jar that seemed like the best bang for the buck.  So we bought 3.  One for Jake, one for Dad Seaver, and one for Dad Glauser.   Then we shipped the jar and other MI goods to Utah.  Since the jam was in a glass jar it had to be bubble wrapped and sent UPS.  Again, not cheap.  But we didn't care - it looked so delicious and (I thought) a fun idea.

Well, yesterday the packages finally arrived at their destinations.  Jake's dad called to say thanks... even though he was a little confused at the Brandied Cherries.  What?!?  Apparently the "jam" we purchase was actually cherries in a 5% alcohol brandy!!!!!  We weren't even paying attention!  And the cashier didn't ask for id (do you have to?)

Anyways... sending our dad's expensive alcoholic treats isn't even the worst part!  Nor is it even the fact that Jake and I had sampled the cherry "jam" over the weekend on some toast (I do recall thinking - wow, this doesn't taste that great for being jam).  No...... the worst part definitely is the fact that we put this jam on the table for our big Father's Day dinner (see post below) with our friends and THE SISTER MISSIONARIES!!!  Oh my heck!  Luckily Krista's rolls were so good that no one dived into the "jam" or even the butter.  But I have no idea if they were paying attention and noticed that we were trying to serve them taboo condiments.

Another shining moment for the two enginerds.  I guess book smarts really doesn't equal street smarts.

Side note: I would like to vent a pet peave of mine.  I went to a RS activity this week at the park.  It was 7pm and still 90degF outside.  It was HOT!  I started telling a friend how I couldn't believe how hot it was.  Another lady overheard and, knowing that I just moved here, said "You have noooo idea.  This is nothing.  You just wait.  The humidity is nothing compared to Utah."  Really?  Really?  Really lady?  I have nooooo idea?  I actually have a great deal of an idea - having lived on the East Coast for 2 years AND spent an entire summer in Michigan.  And guess what lady - it was a record high that day.  So ya, I think I am justified in saying that it was hot.  Sheesh!  

PS - Don't forget to check out my 3 posts I wrote last night (below)!