In the vein (heh) of food that looks like disgusting body parts, I present to you the brain hemorrhage:
Did you guys see the sequel to “Silence of the Lambs?” I don’t even remember what it was called. Maybe “Disgusting Gross-Out Cannibal Not-Scary-But-Vomity Silence of the Lambs 2.” If you didn’t, just stare that that picture above for a little while and you’ll get the idea.
So I was not really thrilled about making/drinking it.
Also, where the fuck did my grenadine go? No self-respecting bar is without grenadine, but apparently my home-bar setup does not respect itself. It regularly wakes up in the morning and regrets what it did last night. Or something. So I improvised. (Big surprise, I know.)
Yes, that is pomegranate martini mix, which I bought in an aspirational moment, thinking it would make me classy like Oprah if I decided to start drinking pomegranate martinis instead of, you know, Jack Daniels. (It didn’t work.)
I followed the directions from the post exactly, but I could not for the life of me get the brain to hemorrhage. So I mostly just ended up with a shot that could be called “brain.” That’s a very boring shot.
And I was still scared to drink it.
Side note: Back when I tried to submit the non-professional photos of my strawberry asscake fail to the Associated Press for an article they were running, the editor told me my photos were too red, and I told her, “Oh that’s just my skin,” but now I’m sort of inclined to believe her. (My professional photos by Jessica Arden Photography— plug plug– are way better.)
But it’s possible it’s just my skin.
Anyways, down the hatch.
And, you know, despite all that drama, it really wasn’t bad. It was pretty good. After chasing it with a Tom Collins, I was well and truly drunk, so there’s that in its favor, too.
So, even though it was more of a brain and less of a brain hemorrhage, I can’t call it a total fail. And that’s as close to a win as we usually get around here.