Amos, you know that recipe comes from her girlhood, when all innocence and golden locks and pure white smock she had her Fatal Drink. She has spoken often enough of how, smiling with the joy of unsullied youth, she tripped gleefully to the dance and how, late in the evening (or early in the morning) her dance partner brought her the glass of lemonade with the so-called whiskey in it and how, after her will had been weakened by strong drink the cad tried to steal a kiss from her unwilling lips. Oft has she spoken of how she fended off his unwelcome advances, crying for help from the others present, and how she was finally trapped in the hayloft and would have had her maiden lips ravished and her youthful exuberance stolen had she not happend to have in her apron pocket the brass knuckles her father, Khandu, had given her on her 500th postday. We know she fled the now unconscious villians advances, but only after stomping him and kicking him out of the hayloft, and ran to the Convent of the Sisters of the Divine Figure where she devoted the rest of youth to prayer and good works. You should know that that one single taste of the Devil's drink brought her to enjoy lemonade even today, and how oft she has warned us against the Primrose Path to Perdition...if anyone should.