I like my apple cider with whip cream on top. If you ask me, it makes all the difference in the world.
I was drinking some tonight while cooking dinner. There was a little left in the cup when Bob got home and he assumed it was a cup of fat. You know, the stuff you drain off ground beef while you're cooking it.
He walked over towards Sam as I told him, "No, it's apple cider"...and promptly realized I just lost a good opportunity to fool him. Assuring him it wasn't a cup of fat and it was apple cider, I picked it up and took a sip. He took a step back and said, "Oh sick! Did you get some in your mouth?!"
I started cracking up. I had not, in fact, lost my opportunity. I took another big swig as he coughed out, "Ughhh, I think I might throw up...".
I had to spit the rest back in my cup. I think that's when he figured it out.
Ahhhh, good times.