You can call this Bourbon-infused chocolate mousse cake with a dark-chocolate ganache on top.
Me? I’m calling it breakfast.
I can remember a little over a year ago, standing with my my friends, some I see everyday and some I have not seen in 4 years, in Greenwood Lake NY waiting for the Marine escort of Scott to his funeral. I can remember not being able to breath. I can remember looking at all of the strong people I knew breaking down, unable to stand without the support of the community. I can remember seeing a glance of his widow’s face and not being able to look because of the pain on her face. We all signed a truck in his honor. Over a year ago and it still feels fresh.
We miss and love you Scott.
Keep that fucking smile going.