Tu-a-ca!!

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.