Obsessive-Compulsive

I no longer vacation like a normal person. Or, rather, I no longer plan vacations like a normal person. Now, when cobbling together and researching the traditional parts of a holiday (destination, arrival time, hotel, and length of stay), I also include at least one dessert or pastry excursion of note. This complicates matters for both my traveling companions and myself. Whereas before, a simple ski vacation included the basic elements of planning, I now add a layer of complexity that most of my friends would rather skip. In addition to choosing the mountain, the condo, and the best month to ski, I might also insist that we spend a day off-slope in search of a much-written-up, much-blogged-about creamy bourbon milkshake. The kind made with homemade vanilla bean ice cream, homemade butterscotch sauce, and top-shelf bourbon and blended at the same location by the same family for many, many years.