Freckles & Doubt

Actually, I have to apologise for that, I malign you both horribly. You didn't flatten the cranberry juice, you simply hid it in a bit of the fridge above eye level, where I didn't look for it. (That's a collective You, but I darkly suspect Phlp, who has that tall thing going). We found it last night, after we'd made Moscow Mules instead. So apologies and, in fact, thanks, as the Moscow Mules were dashed good. (Vodka and ginger beer and lemon. Yum).