We have good friends that we had dinner with every month back in Ohio. As statistics would have it, once our dinner date fell on Derby weekend, and our host thought he'd serve us mint julips as tradition dictated. Lucky for him, his neighbor was quite the gardener and had a large herb garden to pick the mint from. Not having had mint julips before, we didn't have anything to compare them to, but they were not a taste delight, to put it delicately. We said they were delicious.
Several weeks later our friend called us up to say that the mint julips were actually oregano julips; he had picked the wrong herb. We never had them again, mint, oregano or otherwise, but every year we talk about it.
By the way, our children, who are big fans of the Derby and have been attending now for about 10 years, rain or shine, will be in the infield tomorrow. That's my horse up there, Colonel John. I've picked the winner the last couple of years but not sent the money. Since we're babysitting Lucky, one of the granddogs, this year I made sure to send my $10 when they brought the dog. It will probably go to gasoline, but I swear this time I will collect if I win. Go Colonel !
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