I was watching my new favorite show, Worst Cooks, and the contestants were trying to recreate one of Bobby Flay’s dishes. He had made a really scrumptious looking pork tenderloin that involved a bourbon sauce. I stopped paying attention to the show as soon as I heard the word ‘bourbon’. I walked into the room where the liquor is kept and picked up the bottle of Makers Mark.
I looked at the bottle with sheer determination and thought, ‘I will make something with you today.’
I had chosen my ingredient and I went straight into the kitchen. I started fussing over the stove trying to make a bourbon reduction of some sort. I thought if I could figure out how to make a sweet bourbon sauce to pour over poached pears, it would be absolutely delicious. This idea quickly turned into an indestructible tar that is still in a pan soaking two days later. I stared at the black mess for a while and picked up the bottle of makers mark again and poured out 2 tablespoons into a bowl.
Here’s what happened: