My daughter and I were experimenting during a family vacation, and she made Blue Moon Funnel cakes with a Blue Moon caramel sauce – both were delicious, but the sauce struck her with an overwhelming taste memory. She described sneaking into the kitchen late one night, when I had made my “infamous” apple dumplings. She explained how these dumplings are transcendent: unlike any of the other dumplings she’s sampled, which suffer from using whole apples and are thus mealy, these have a luscious pie-like filling, and , moreover are swathed in “the killer syrup.” Under the cover of darkness she slipped into my kitchen that long ago night, got a straw, and sucked up some of this sauce without any of the rest of the family knowing her misdeeds. “What if you made the dumplings using Blue Moon in the syrup,” she asked. The results led to the two of us straws in hand, reconvening in the kitchen in the moon light – the syrup was great, but now it has subtle orange notes and is just intoxicating.