Whiskey poem

[alisa]

Years ago I heard a poem, read on this occasion by a man, where he was baking a cake with whiskey but kept having a little drink as he added the ingredients and by the end of the poem he was too drunk to bother with the cake. I have been unable to find this poem in any book. Does anyone know this poem?

[Janetx]

Is this the one you're after? It's as near as I can remember. Famous Fruit Cake Recipe Ingredients: a cup of water (Let water run until clear.) a cup of sugar four large brown eggs two cups of dried fruit a teaspoon of salt (Freshly evaporated) a cup of brown sugar lemon from your neighbor's tree nuts from a nearby walnut grove a large bottle of whiskey. Method: Sample the whiskey to check for quality. Take a large bowl. Put it down somewhere. Check the whiskey again. To be sure it's the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in the large, fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar and beat again. Make sure the whiskey is still okay. Cry another tup. Turn off the mixer! It's splattered dough everywhere! Beat two leggs and add to the fluffy bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample the whiskey to check for tonsistecity. Mop your brow. Okay.. Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. Check the whiskey. Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table ... spoon ... of sugar or something ... Who cares? Whatever the heck you can find. Grease the oven well. Turn the cake tin 360 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Check the whishkey again. Throw up in the bowl and go to bed.

[alisa]

Thanks Janet, it sounds something like the one I remember. It was so many years ago that I only remember the gist of it not the words; but do you know who wrote it?