Monday, April 7, 2014
It was date night. As usual. hubby and I were monging on hot wings and washing them down with cold beer. When all of a sudden our hot blond bar maid appears at our table bearing a tray of an unlikely combination of stuff.
A shot of clear liquid. A shot of orange juice. A strip of bacon.
Uhm . . . okaaaaay.
Breakfast is served.
Never one to let booze go to waste I followed her instructions to the letter. I knocked back the first shot; which turned out to be half Captain Morgan spiced rum and half Buttershots buttscotch liquor. Followed immediately by the shot of orange juice. Then the bacon.
Jumpin' Jehosaphat! It tastes just like breakfast! I shi!t you not. It like I just ate a pancake smothered in butter and syrup with a side of bacon and orange juice.
CuhRazy!!! Crazy good!