Congratulations, Barbara, Marcel joined me in drinking a toast to your
well deserved success.

One question came up, however. What kind of assholes judged your
peach and your apricot jams? How could they not award you blue
ribbons for what undoubtedly is true ambrosia? Well, at least they
could tell that the Cherry Amaretto is something fit for the gods.

I hope, Barbara, that you do not consider me to be prejudiced. )

Congratulations, we are all very proud of you.