Forgive the dust around here, we are knee deep in repairs and lightening speed house painting as we get ready to move back into our house next week. It’s been a bit manic and overwhelming, to say the least. After being gone for four years, opening up all the boxes from the storage unit will either be like Christmas, or a whole lot of “What the heck? Why did we keep this?” Along with the storage unit, a few things had migrated to my parents’ basement, including a box of booze that we weren’t allowed to pack. (And hey, it keeps, right?) In it I found a bottle of vanilla…