Appearance:
The vodka: You're looking at it, I guess, but I'll be honest. Disgusting. Truly. Not so much the chunks of bacon, but the globs of fat. The skimming helped ALOT. The vodka is now tan, which isn't that problematic really... sortof whiskey-colored.
The bacon: I expected it to look more pale and sad than it did. It pretty much looked the same. So that's nice. Weeks of soaking in
vodka does not seem to have phased bacon. I suppose this makes bacon a mightier product than my college-freshman-year-liver, which did not respond quite so well to the weeks-long vodka bender.
Smell: Pretty much what you'd expect. The a little bit bacon, a lot vodka. I was pleasantly surprised at how stomach-turning it wasn't.
Now, you may be asking yourself a question: Did she taste the bacon? If you are... you don't know me too well. Of course I did. Really, it was better than I expected. I've consumed worse. It opened strongly bacon and only thereafter went VODKA. I have to say, if I hadn't chewed it, it might've seemed all bacon. I didn't have a second piece to find out, though. On balance, probably not as great as the vodka watermelon we made for Shawna's birthday at Brighton Beach, but honestly I think it was tastier than this edible martini looks.
Now it heads into the freezer. I'll keep you informed.
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