Finally we're cookin'

We made some fucking badass peach (nectarine, shh) cobbler. I was the shit. For the cobbler part I made a quick 3ingredient sugar cookie.

And for dinner we had that Chicken Marsala
(the marsala wine tastes like shit btw)

 And Caesar Salad. The dressing we bought was alright. A little disappointing.


So Ryan and I went to a liquor store. We were there looking for Marsala Wine, obviously. Neither of us are drinkers, nor do we plan on being drinkers in the future. So since he just turned 21, we figured it was no big deal, lets just buy some and walk out and happy happy done. Ok, so everything goes smoothly until we're at the checkout counter.
"Can I see both of your ID's please?"
me: hold up, she said BOTH? oh shit...
Ryan shows her his ID. Then she looks over at me.
I admit to her that i'm only 20, but we're just getting this wine for cooking, honestly.
NOPE.
"I'm sorry. I can't sell this to you. Everyone in the group has to be 21"
UGH, i shoulda stayed in the car.
So embarassing. It made me not want to make the Chicken Marsala anymore...
Fortunately, HEB's got our back. And we got a super cheap bottle for 2 bucks.
the end.