We have a bottle of a Canadian maple liqueur.
"Hm," says Z, standing idly in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. "Canadians have been using the metric system too long."
"What?"
He holds up the tag from the neck of the bottle, which has recipes on it. "Add one quarter cup maple liqueur to two quarters cup maple syrup."
I waited for the punchline for a moment before realizing that was it. "Wait, two quarters cup?"
The reason he's reading the bottle is that the milk has gone funny so we have nothing to whiten our coffee, so we're using Bailey's and maple liqueur. I swear to God I'm not an alcoholic. Really I'm not. Oh, hey, Wikipedia backs me up: Liqueurs are medicinal! Thank God.
"Hm," says Z, standing idly in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. "Canadians have been using the metric system too long."
"What?"
He holds up the tag from the neck of the bottle, which has recipes on it. "Add one quarter cup maple liqueur to two quarters cup maple syrup."
I waited for the punchline for a moment before realizing that was it. "Wait, two quarters cup?"
The reason he's reading the bottle is that the milk has gone funny so we have nothing to whiten our coffee, so we're using Bailey's and maple liqueur. I swear to God I'm not an alcoholic. Really I'm not. Oh, hey, Wikipedia backs me up: Liqueurs are medicinal! Thank God.
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