The Seattle Times - MY FRIEND Kathryn is a pen pal of sorts. Instead of exchanging letters, we send bottles back and forth via our children’s cubbies at school. Our messages to each other are liquid — homemade, drinkable and full of unique flavor. I bring her a dark eyedropper bottle with pear bitters; she later leaves me a clear vessel of pumpkin syrup. These gifts of taste are no surprise to our boys. When he sees Kathryn with a new concoction, my 11-year-old asks, “Is that a tincture or a syrup?”
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