Let us now praise Ruth Hanly Booe, inventor of the Bourbon Ball in 1938, and Rebecca Gooch, her friend and partner. Let us praise the cream center with the whiskey kick, like a shot enrobed (such a delectable word) in dark chocolate, and lest we forget, the lone, brave pecan that crowns the confection. Let it be known this is Kentucky bourbon by the box lid with the pastoral sketch of horses against a background of fence and trees, a grand house with columns suggesting white-suited colonels, mint juleps, and garden galas on Derby day. You can visit virtually by taking a bite of the candy, the bourbon and chocolate dueling for domination with the bourbon winning through a pleasant burn that starts on the tongue and travels through stomach, veins, and tissue until you feel thoroughly warmed by the Bluegrass sunshine that warms the backs of those grazing horses.
Prompt source: Think of a favorite regional cuisine, make that the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. (Poetic Asides, 2012 April PAD Challenge, Day 18)