When I got home from work, there was a package waiting for me on the kitchen table. It was adorned with a sticker that said there was alcohol inside. Naturally, this piqued my attention.
Inside was a bottle of this:
This is a bottle of Bakon--bacon vodka. Yes that's right, bacon vodka.
I love bacon. But let’s face it, saying you love bacon is like saying you love chocolate. There aren’t a lot of people who are going to disagree with you. I also love vodka. It’s my booze of choice. It’s my parents’ booze of choice. This is most likely because of the Russian blood that flows through our veins. So what’s not to love about bacon infused vodka?
I knew there was only one person who would have sent this to me—my mother-in-law. She not only knows my obsessions, but she indulges them, much like her daughter. She’s quite a lady. (I’m not just saying that cause she reads my blog.)
Immediately after tucking in the Bean, I splashed some over ice into a cocktail shaker, shook liberally and poured it into a glass.
I took a sip.
A half hour later, WonderWife™ came home. I was in the other room, in my usual evening location—eating dinner in front of the TV.
WW’s™ voice called from the kitchen, “Did you try it?”
“Uh huh,” I said through a mouth full of food.
“Is this it in this glass?”
“Uh, it smells terrible.”
“Ew. It tastes horrible.”
She was quiet for a moment.
“Ugh, the aftertaste!”
So... I’ve got a nearly full bottle of bacon vodka, anyone have ideas about what I should do with it?