If I ever divorce my husband, you can pretty much guarantee it will be over his rum ball behavior.
Several years ago I stumbled across a recipe for bourbon balls that called to me. I don't know why. I wasn't a huge fan of bourbon balls. I much prefer my bourbon straight, in liquid form. But I got it in my head to make a batch to give as gifts. I had everything I needed to make them on hand except the tins. As my luck would have it, while I was at the tin store, dear husband & his buddy were at home drinking the bourbon. And as things like that always happen in my household, I didn't discover the missing bourbon until I was elbow deep in all the other ingredients.
Standing there, peering into the bourbonless liquer cabinet, I caught sight of the Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum. Hmm, it's the same color... We have a full bottle.... It'll work.
Yes, I tend to cook by color. If I'm missing an ingredient, something else of the same color should work, right? (That might explain why we eat out a lot.)
It turns out, the Captain Morgan's makes a HUGE difference. A huge, wonderful difference.
And that is why I may one day divorce my husband over rum balls. I can not make them fast enough. The folks I gave them to that first year have demanded I make them again each year. And let me say, a few of those folks haven't been very subtle with their demands. The rum balls are that good!
So every year, there I am, standing in the kitchen, making hundreds (literally!) of bourbon balls while my husband eats them. Eventually, he eats enough to either get a belly ache or a hangover & he wanders off. Finally! I fill the gift tins, clean up the mess, and mark "Rum Balls" off the to-do list while sipping the last of the rum.
And the next day, I find at least one open & empty gift tin. I take one look at dear husband & yep, he's got a big, guilty grin and powdered sugar on his face.