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About Bittersweettoast



Welcome to my blog. I'm Jo Rayl, writer and photographer behind these posts. Bittersweettoast was an idea that was hatched five years ago and literally stemmed from a joke I made to a friend about sharing 50 drinks between the four months that separated our 50th birthdays. It was only in the retelling of this joke that another idea hatched: writing a blog investigating the life of a quinquagenarian and the world of cocktails and food. Interesting combination, I agree, and I will always be thankful to the friends who gently nudged me to start writing. My initial goal was to write about 50 drinks in my 50th year, and as I near 55 I realize there was a lot of ambition in that goal. The journey, however, continues to be a fun one and so I march on.

Who am I? Wife, mother, teacher, cook, skier, reader, cyclist, friend, and baker of a mean chocolate chip cookie. Like most of us, I have experienced both the bitter and the sweet in life and can't always explain the twists and turns that life presents. Taking the time to remember and reflect is an unexpected bonus of writing this blog. I also love to learn new things, and the world of mixology and food is giving my taste buds an opportunity to experience their own twists and turns, their own bitter and sweet. So thank you for stopping by. I hope you come away with a thought to ponder and a new taste to try. A votre sante!

















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  1. UnknownOctober 6, 2017 at 6:08 AM

    Jo,if you are so inclined please send me your chocolate chip cookie recipe. You guys are always welcome at our home in Jackson hole if you want logo ski or bike😃 Chicago is one of our favorite cities and happy that your daughter is thriving.

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    1. UnknownOctober 6, 2017 at 3:51 PM

      I would be happy to send you my 3 favorite recipes! I'll get your email from Leigh. Thank you for the invite -- I have always wanted to ski at Jackson Hole. What a wonderful place to call home!

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