Pho Mudslide Recipe

As fun and exciting as it is to be in a new place for the first time, especially a place like Chicago, eventually you have to slow down a little. After two days of running around and exploring non-stop, most of my muscles were displeased with me and all the sleep in the world didn't seem to be enough to help, so instead of another grand adventure I spent the day in with Ellie and her mom, Julie. We watched two Iliza Shlesinger comedy specials and ordered in deep dish, which was just as good the second time around. I was also unleashed on their home bar.

The thing about deciding to make drinks impromptu is that you don't necessarily have all the ingredients. Instead of going out and buying stuff, I just improvised. They had Bailey's in the cabinet, and that's always delicious, so I decided to look up recipes involving that. I saw Mudslides and remembered my dad making them, so that was my go-to. We didn't have coffee liqueur or heavy cream on hand, so those were the places substitutions had to be made. This is the step-by-step guide to the approximation I came up with:

1. Put ice in shaker.

2. Get a novelty Scotland boob shot glass. The boobs will make a good handle to pour stuff into the shaker with.

3. Brew some coffee. It won't be quite as alcoholic, but hey, close enough.

4. Combine coffee, vodka, and Bailey's in the shaker.

5. Just... spray some whipped cream on there. Cover the top. I don't know how to measure that stuff, but it's probably close enough to heavy cream, right? Don't think about it too much.

Julie said my end result tasted pretty close to an actual Mudslide. Either way, it was pretty good if slightly less alcoholic, and it was nice to have a day to relax a little before the week starts.

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