Wild Turkey for Thanksgiving

I found this bottle of Wild Turkey hidden in a cabinet beneath the bar at my parent’s house.

I know it says “8 years old,” but, it turns out, it was purchased in 1983. Meaning it’s older than I am. Unfortunately, the cork had rotted to the point where it couldn’t be removed without it disintegrating into the bottle. Which is exactly what happened. Fortunately, Father had a plan: Coffee filter.

So, we grabbed an old spaghetti sauce jar and filtered the Kentucky bourbon into it.

Happy Thanksgiving, indeed.

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