Me, meet TUACA. TUACA, me. I just can't help myself around TUACA. My palms get sweaty. Sometimes I even blush when I spot it across the room. Did TUACA catch me staring at it? I kinda feel like TUACA and I were meant to be. Aaron doesn't know about us yet. I guess this post is the best way to break it to him.
For those not familiar, TUACA is actually a real thing. Okay, a liqueur. I'll prove it.
|I should probably point out that the bottle usually comes full, not half-empty, as shown above.|
Now do you believe me? TUACA does exist. Maybe I like this liqueur sooo much because I uber-enjoy saying "TUACA." Is it obvious?
Now that I've aired my dirty laundry I may as well share one more thing - just one because I've already said too much.
Tuaca is great paired with hot apple cider. Just make the cider according to the instructions on the package, add 1 shot of Tuaca and stir. Stir it. Savor it. Share it. I did.