Name: Bourbon Roll Slice'n'serve No Bake Cookies
Ingredients: 2 tb Bourbon; (up TO 3); 1 cn Sweetened condensed milk; Vanilla wafers; crushed ( 1 1/3 boxes to equal 4 cups); 2 c Pecans; whole; 1 c Candies cherries; 4 ounces red, 4 ounces green; 1 c Candied pineapple; Confectioner's sugar

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CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Dairy			1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

2	tb	Bourbon; (up TO 3)
1	cn	Sweetened condensed milk
		Vanilla wafers; crushed ( 1 1/3 boxes to equal 4 cups)
2	c	Pecans; whole
1	c	Candies cherries; 4 ounces red, 4 ounces green
1	c	Candied pineapple
		Confectioner's sugar

INSTRUCTIONS

Mix bourbon into milk. Add all other ingredients, except sugar. Form into
four logs (IT'S MESSY !!!) and roll in powdered sugar. Refrigerate. Slice
to serve.
Delicious and a great gift.
Recipe by: ROXANNE STRINGER---RECORD-JOURNAL 12/31/97
Posted to recipelu-digest Volume 01 Number 519 by ctlindab@mail1.nai.net on
Jan 14, 1998

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