I felt both indignant and justified when I saw this today on BuzzFeed, via meat husband* Mike Cosentino.
Indignant because I thought I had invented the bacon cocktail at a brunch last summer.
Justified because everyone at that brunch was looking at me like I was crazy. In fact, I was super cutting-edge. A bit tipsy...
In any case, I'm not sure which is most perverse:
1) The intense desire to claim 'bacontail' as my own,
2) The possibility that there may be a collective baconsciousness, or
3) The fact that a site promising Step by Step Photos of the Bacon Vodka Enfusion Process is so popular that it has exceeded its bandwidth and temporarily shut down.
I have no such uncertainty about the following product:
I mean, seriously - who wouldn't want a Bacon Scarf for Valentine's Day?
* a meat husband (or wife) is one who, with full authorization from the vegetarian spouse, adopts a surrogate dining partner for the purpose of eating carcass.