OK, the B.N. ... I now know why it's popular with people who don't like the taste of alcohol ... BECAUSE THERE'S NO TASTE OF ALCOHOL. There's no sting. There's no warning hum in the back of your throat that tells you that you've just consumed something dangerous. It's just ... sweet. Sickly, sticky, kinda icky sweet, but just sweet. If I had liked this kind of thing in college, I could have gotten into a lot of trouble.
Here's What You Need to Make a B.N.:
- ice
- 1 oz Butterscotch schnapps
- 1 oz Bailey's Irish Cream
- shaker
- glass
Here's How Anne Made It:
Ice, schnapps, Bailey's into the shaker. Shake. Pour into glass. Keep away from children.
Manly or Girly? Girly to the max
Appearance: Much like many of the drinks consumed this week, kind of taupe-y
Consistency: Creamy
Taste: Deceptively sweet
Stomach acceptance: I think a few of these would have the same effect on my stomach as eating half a cheesecake doused with Everclear
Good drink for: Getting a sorority girl drunk
Hangover factor: I envision great misery in the morning
Would I actually order this in public? I couldn't form the words to order it
Tomorrow's Assignment: Cape Codder
Homework for tonight:
- Highball glass filled with ice
- 1 1/2 oz Vodka
- Cranberry juice
- Slice of lime for garnish
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