When a friend died a few years back, the family asked us to prepare dinner for one of the nights when people would come over. We were happy to help and cooked up a storm and carted it over. I'm Irish, so I also grabbed an unopened bottle of good Irish whiskey to take with us, which I knew my DH would never drink in his lifetime. Unfortunately, the family was Jewish and I didn't know that you don't drink on those occasions (can't remember why exactly - made no sense to me no doubt!). Needless to say, by the end of the evening I had corrupted them all...
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