I pour out a shot glass full of bourbon, drink it, and pour the rest of the bottle in the chili. Not always the best chili, but nobody remembers.
I pour out a shot glass full of bourbon, drink it, and pour the rest of the bottle in the chili. Not always the best chili, but nobody remembers.
My uncle used to be the chef for any mountain oyster parties my dad hosted. He'd soak them in a mixture of eggs and bourbon, before dredging them in flour and tossing them in the hot oil.
We always knew when the meal was ready because he'd be wasted. (every time he gave the oysters a shot, he'd have one too) As long as you don't think about what you're actually eating...they taste pretty good!
Um. I'll pass.
Eagle, Idaho, during Mountain Oyster Festival should be on everyone's bucket list.
Hmmm. No JJ yet? *taps foot*
Doesn't he know we don't have a lot of time to wait around?
I'm babysitting dogs again. Dexter is about Haggis size, although a lot chunkier than a chihooie. (He's also a pervert. Likes to watch me take a shower. First one in if I have to go to the bathroom.) I'd forgotten that he likes to 'help' when you get out of the shower. When he started licking my ankle...
Dexter is about Haggis size, although a lot chunkier than a chihooie. (He's also a pervert. Likes to watch me take a shower. First one in if I have to go to the bathroom.) I'd forgotten that he likes to 'help' when you get out of the shower. When he started licking my ankle...