Remember this?

It’s been a month. I tasted the fig brandy with a spoon and found it good; a glug of pure Maine maple syrup (extra dark amber) and another 24 hours in the fridge made it even better.

But that’s where my fig brandy story ends, because the following evening was my friend A.’s 30th birthday party so I decided to be that person who strolls into the party bearing a gift of fig brandy. It would have been the best gift of the night had someone not arranged for a visit by an ersatz (and possibly tipsy) Slugger.