Making moonshine seems to be a continued pastime among Southerners old and young alike. When I first moved to the area I was introduced to the awful substance. The West Coast has its “microbrew in your basement” fad and the southern part of the east coast can boast liquor making skills that can kill. This recipe came up when I googled bacon, so random. I thought since a couple weeks ago parlie called us all out on having slightly alcoholic tendencies, I would assist in taking us all the way to the border of needing AA. I see no better way to achieve that than by making an alcohol (moonshine style) you can drink with your morning eggs?
Cheers villains.
Bacon Vodka
Makes up one pint:
- Fry up three strips of bacon
- Add cooked bacon to a clean pint sized mason jar. Trim the ends of the bacon if they are too tall to fit in the jar. Or you could go hog wild and just pile in a bunch of fried up bacon scraps.
- Optional: add crushed black peppercorns.
- Fill the jar up with vodka. Cap and place in a dark cupboard for at least three weeks.(No need to refrigerate)
- At the end of the three week resting period, place the bacon vodka in the freezer to solidify the fats. Strain out the fats through a coffee filter to yield a clear filtered pale yellow bacon vodka.
- Decant into decorative bottles and enjoy
***I almost forgot…TGIF!
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i kind of want to throw up. but i also kind of want to make a bloody mary.
actually those two feelings go together more often than not.
CAN I HAVE SOME SCRAMBLED EGGS IN MY VODKA?
guh, vomit.
Bacon vodka?!?
Just what do you think that drink says about those who imbibe it?
Bellini
You have a tab at Olive Garden.
Bloody Mary
You enjoy music, long walks on the beach, and the occasional stabbing spree.
Cosmopolitan
You didn’t start drinking until after your first divorce, and didn’t start really enjoying it until after your second.
Fuzzy Navel
You’re comfortable with who you are, but you’re the only one.
Gimlet
Something about your personality makes otherwise normal people use words like “bounder” and “cad.”
Green Tea Martini
You believe in sustainable living, except for that time you backed over a baby seal in your Passat.
Harvey Wallbanger
You, or someone a lot like you, will inspire Alcoholics Anonymous to abandon the twelve-step program in favor of indiscriminate Tazing.
Jägerbomb
High school was the best six years of your life.
Kentucky Colonel
Your music collection includes a CD of jug band favorites.
Lime Rickey
You have no real love for the drink itself, but for reasons known only to yourself, you enjoy the suffering of limes.
Long Island Iced Tea
No matter how old you are, at some level, you’re still afraid your parents are going to catch you drinking.
Mai Tai
You’re attracted to exotic people and places, but not enough to get a passport.
Manhattan
You’re witty, sophisticated, and not at all jealous that the oafs pounding down Jell-O shots at the other end of the bar are getting all the best trim.
Margarita
All of your relationships have either begun or ended at a wet t-shirt contest.
Mimosa
There’s a song in your heart and diet pills in your purse.
Mint Julep
You own your own dueling pistols and aren’t afraid to use them.
Old Fashioned
Every significant event in your life has taken place on either a porch or a patio.
Orgasm
You consider yourself too classy to order a Blow Job, but not classy enough to order a Sex on the Beach.
Piña Colada
You’re 50% lady, 50% tramp, and 50% wig.
Raging Bull
You’re indestructible, and you’re going to prove it as soon as this kick-ass song is over, just wait.
Sidecar
No one is accusing you of anything, but you’ve buried a suspiciously large number of husbands.
Singapore Sling
You learned to drink from your mother.
Tequila Slammer
You’re down-to-earth. Usually face-down.
Tom Collins
You aspire to a life of quiet dignity, but will settle for a life of quiet desperation.
Zombie
No matter what people say, you’re getting along just fine without long-term memory.
i kind of want to throw up. but i also kind of want to make a bloody mary.
actually those two feelings go together more often than not.
Oh, hai, parlie.
The only way I going to drink bacon in my vodka is from the crumbs from my artisan bacon at the blue moon diner as it hit’s the screwdriver I’ve ordered to lessen the hangover from the night before.
There’s an easier way to make bacon-flavored vodka. It’s called fat washing.
You can find a good discussion of it here.
You’ll note that discussion starts off with the same recipe given above.
Enjoy!
I love this list Street.
There’s another Virginia favorite that I’ve only had once, Peach Moonshine. That stuff is fantastic.
My understanding is that it used to be more available in Crozet before most all the Peach Orchards were turned into subdivisions.
Of course, I’m not sure how it could possibly compare though to uh, bacon Moonshine. (Well, my fellow Southerner’s have found a way to put bacon in just about everything else. I suppose It was just a matter of time…)
Lonnie
Thank you, lolo. I shamelessly stole it from Modern Drunkard Magazine.
Ew, sounds more like Botulism Vodka.
I have a pint of bacon vodka in my fridge right now — a most appreciated gift from a buddy. A Bloody Mary is indeed the most logical use, but I’ve put a bit in a greyhound with good results, and sprinkled some in salad dressings.
Street, I’m a little sad to find out that list was hijacked, because imagine what being able to come up with a list like that so quickly would say about you! My eyelashes were fluttering there for a minute, but before they came to halt I realized that you read Modern Drunkard, and the twittering started all over again.
Modern Drunkard? Bookmarked!!!!
Who says I did nothing all day?
Layla, would it say “Street drinks too much of everything”? Just be glad I didn’t hijack the 86 Rules of Boozing.
my favorite drinking magazines are, in order of sauciness:
hooch weekly: recent news in jail wine and shower rape
tanked: gutters of america and the men who sleep there
’shine: achieving cirrhosis in a modern age
Speaking of booze, the person who designed this playground slide, must have been drunk.