I've been watching Evan's quest to make bacon vodka unfold, and I'm overtaken by a mixture of curiosity and nausea.
He's using cutting edge technology to filter out all of the little blobs of fat for extra pure bacon vodka.
See, I know I'm going to have a shot of it on Thursday at the soiree (yes, it's still on for Idle Hour, 203 E. Fort Ave. at 7 p.m.).
Maybe I'll do it of my own free will, or maybe I'll be suckered into doing a shot. I'm not sure which one.
But I'll have a Resurrection handy to wash the evil taste out of my mouth.
And I better not be the only one drinking this stuff, either.
(Photo courtesy of Evan)