The New Yorker
Our newest flavor was imagined by my friend, Don. He has been a friend for a long time and is one of the finest human beings I've ever met. Don puts meaning to the phrase "has good taste". I have been envious of his keen eye for detail, his relish for white marble and his ability to turn holiday decor into an art form. His employees love him, the clients do too and he puts sublime customer service to the test. Don's flavor is Toasted Fennel and Fig Mustard. I made it today and it very well be the best thing since sliced bread - or beer in a bottle.
I am naming it - The New Yorker - in honor of him, our friendship and in honor of good taste.
The New Yorker: Roasted Figs and Fennel Bulb with olive oil and pepper. Toasted and then ground Fennel Seed, Mustard Seed, Red Wine, Red Wine Vinegar