Brandy Alexander

It was the fall season of my senior year in college during Parent’s weekend that sealed my love for Brandy Alexanders.  My Dad always made the BEST (sorry PD… yours was good – even great by many standards).  Dad made his with ice cream.  Small wonder as ice cream is to my Dad as air is to most people.  It always made me feel grown up and not so grown up at the same time…. a glorified adult milk shake served in a fancy glass.  So every once in awhile, I was “allowed” to have a wee bit.

And so it was on that Parent’s weekend, that my Dad, sat, with his blender and tub of ice cream – in my dorm room – making Brandy Alexanders for me and all my friends.  They were perfect, right down to the glass.

PD, I can’t thank you enough for remembering this small detail and adding it to my surprise night.   Not only did you recreate and renew something special for me… but it meant a lot to my Dad when I shared it with him…. xoxo