Vodka pasta sauce???

That post #13 by hemiram kinda reminded me of some timeshare thing my wife signed us up for down in FLA. I had a terrible hangover & wife made the appointment for 9:00 AM. We had to sit through all the junk the young lady was showing us, just for $100 in gift cards. Of course after the "We'll have to sleep on it" she brought over her "manager" who must've taken a bath in grocery-store-manager cologne. I almost lost my cookies right there he stunk so bad! After an hour of NO, NO, NO they finally gave us our $100 in 5 gift cards or whatever they were. We got back to our resort place and I told my wife that should've been grounds for divorce! Joking of course. (I had two pensions coming and nice annuities so divorce was a big NO!) I told her give me two of the cards and hit the bar by the pool. I had the young beer maiden keep the drinks coming until the cards were used up! Oh, at that sales meeting from heck I told the lady to keep that smelly (bad word) away from me! She rolled her eyes and said I wasn't the 1st to say that!
Thanks for the reminder, hemiram!!
 
This Crystal Head Vodka is kinda over priced but you get a cool empty bottle when it's empty. I don't do vodka so I mix it with coolers just not to waste the booze. I suppose one could use it in spaghetti sauce?
 

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OK! I'll try some Vodka Sauce.
Still passing on the Truffle BBQ sauce.
Still wearing the Black Armband for Trader Joe dropping the margarita mix .
They tend to do that.
 
This is not new. Using Vodka in pasta sauce has been around in Italian restaurants for more than the 40 years or so I can remember. The jarred stuff I guess is a relatively newer addition.
 
I think I'll try the booze in the marinara thing tonight, hopefully lambanog will work. :D
 

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I seem to have superior odor detecting ability compared to most people. I can smell vodka, and any other liquor, on people's breath from about 10 feet away. Basically, if I think it smells bad, I'm not eating it. This has caused me to avoid the soap aisle as much as possible when I'm at the grocery store. I only buy the "Free and Clear" detergent, as the smell of any "regular" laundry soap either annoys me, or in some cases, like Gain, makes me sick to my stomach. A friend's habit of dousing himself with after shave just about kills me on an empty stomach. Same went for a friend of my late mother's, who bathed in perfume. I was in a car with her once, and wow, my nose was running like a faucet. My dogs all loved her though. Most of the stuff in the condiment aisle is nothing I want anything to do with. Hot sauce, ketchup, mustard, dill pickles, salad dressing, including the most horrible one, RANCH, are all trash to me.
Put in on anything I'm eating and it's trash. There are several others almost as bad, IMHO, but ranch just reeks, and it seems like a lot of people can't even smell it. The stuff makes me retch when I'm close up to it. The friend with the aftershave love eats tons of it, along with so many other things I just can't stand to even think about eating. As much dairy as he eats, his heart problems don't surprise me. Just the amount of cheese alone is crazy, IMHO. But then again, I'm a 66 year old guy who has never, ever swallowed a single bite of pizza. I plan on going out with that record intact. Yes, I've tried to eat it, but it tastes like vomit to me, and it's not going to stay in my mouth long enough to eat it. The only thing with tomatoes in it that I ever did eat was spaghetti as a baby, and I made it beyond clear, to everyone but my mother, that I really hated it. She finally figured it out when I ate the plain pasta without sauce on it without a problem. As soon as I could really talk, my hates, many as they are, came out clear to her. Tomatoes are the vilest thing to come out of the ground, they taste like vomit to me.

Super glad I'm not you.
 
Guessing you walk around all unhappy most of the time. I'd hate to live your life . . .

I seem to have superior odor detecting ability compared to most people. I can smell vodka, and any other liquor, on people's breath from about 10 feet away. Basically, if I think it smells bad, I'm not eating it. This has caused me to avoid the soap aisle as much as possible when I'm at the grocery store. I only buy the "Free and Clear" detergent, as the smell of any "regular" laundry soap either annoys me, or in some cases, like Gain, makes me sick to my stomach. A friend's habit of dousing himself with after shave just about kills me on an empty stomach. Same went for a friend of my late mother's, who bathed in perfume. I was in a car with her once, and wow, my nose was running like a faucet. My dogs all loved her though. Most of the stuff in the condiment aisle is nothing I want anything to do with. Hot sauce, ketchup, mustard, dill pickles, salad dressing, including the most horrible one, RANCH, are all trash to me.
Put in on anything I'm eating and it's trash. There are several others almost as bad, IMHO, but ranch just reeks, and it seems like a lot of people can't even smell it. The stuff makes me retch when I'm close up to it. The friend with the aftershave love eats tons of it, along with so many other things I just can't stand to even think about eating. As much dairy as he eats, his heart problems don't surprise me. Just the amount of cheese alone is crazy, IMHO. But then again, I'm a 66 year old guy who has never, ever swallowed a single bite of pizza. I plan on going out with that record intact. Yes, I've tried to eat it, but it tastes like vomit to me, and it's not going to stay in my mouth long enough to eat it. The only thing with tomatoes in it that I ever did eat was spaghetti as a baby, and I made it beyond clear, to everyone but my mother, that I really hated it. She finally figured it out when I ate the plain pasta without sauce on it without a problem. As soon as I could really talk, my hates, many as they are, came out clear to her. Tomatoes are the vilest thing to come out of the ground, they taste like vomit to me.
 
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