Tuesday, April 21, 2020

I should probably drink before confronting a mirror. I miss my stylist, Lisa.  How long has it been now?  Six weeks? My hair is a rainbow of blonde, gray, and the drabbest brown.  And it’s going to get worse.  Husband keeps muttering things like “Vanity, thy name is woman,” but then I remind him that “Blondes have more fun!”  When quarantine is over, I will happily strike at the roots of my problem.

Variations of this shooter are the B52 and the Duck Fart.  Really.

In a shot glass, pour 1/3 ounce Kahlua.  Slowly add 1/3 ounce Bailey’s Irish Cream by pouring it over a small spoon.  In the same way, slowly add 1/3 ounce apricot brandy.

Stir, or drink as is–your choice.