The “Bugs Bunny”

I hate tomatoes, even if they are fresh off the vine and covered in extra-virgin olive oil, basil, and salt. So, naturally I also hate tomato juice. This causes me great unrest during brunch, because tomato juice is the corner stone of the ultimate breakfast drink, the Bloody Mary. Well, vodka is the cornerstone, but the tomato juice is the backbone, with the Woostershire sauce giving the panache.

I love carrots, the baby ones or the big ones, sliced or grated, raw or steamed. Carrot juice is surprisingly sweet and creamy, and tastes like the opposite of a cigarette. Because I love carrot juice and the idea of the Bloody Mary, I came up with an idea for a new drink, the Bugs Bunny. It would just be a Bloody Mary, made with carrot juice. I planned to promote it via the web so much that one day, brunch would be served with a complimentary mimosa, bloody mary, or a Bugs Bunny. To get around Warner Bros. licensing issues, major restaurants would call it the Orange Bunny. All I had to do was make the drink. We decided to also include a taste test between Clamato and regular tomato juice V8. Clamato, a popular ingredient for bloodies, has CLAM JUICE! Doesn't something that has clam juice, horseradish, Worcestershire Sauce, and Tabasco seem like it would instantly kill you? Our brunch drinks on the deck, enjoying a beautiful Saturday morning. Garnished with a scallion, the Bugs Bunny looks as appetizing as its more grusome cousin. We made the drinks side by side, same ingredients to the end, except for the juice. All I can say, is I have put many disgusting things in my mouth (including the "Vodka Marshie"), but nothing has ever tasted as bad as the Bugs Bunny. It was a catastrophic failure like New Coke and "Encore! Encore!" I'm going to have to go back to the drawing board. The regular bloodies we made came out alright, though, even with the Clamato. Being wrong tastes like fetid ogre blood.

…

Site of the Day: Read about The Bowery, and the roll towards gentrification, something I watched everyday on my walks to work during the past fouryears. or Hassidic Hip-hop Reggae, from Yvette.

I hate tomatoes, even if they are fresh off the vine and covered in extra-virgin olive oil, basil, and salt. So, naturally I also hate tomato juice. This causes me great unrest during brunch, because tomato juice is the corner stone of the ultimate breakfast drink, the Bloody Mary. Well, vodka is the cornerstone, but the tomato juice is the backbone, with the Woostershire sauce giving the panache.

I love carrots, the baby ones or the big ones, sliced or grated, raw or steamed. Carrot juice is surprisingly sweet and creamy, and tastes like the opposite of a cigarette. Because I love carrot juice and the idea of the Bloody Mary, I came up with an idea for a new drink, the Bugs Bunny. It would just be a Bloody Mary, made with carrot juice. I planned to promote it via the web so much that one day, brunch would be served with a complimentary mimosa, bloody mary, or a Bugs Bunny. To get around Warner Bros. licensing issues, major restaurants would call it the Orange Bunny. All I had to do was make the drink. We decided to also include a taste test between Clamato and regular tomato juice V8. Clamato, a popular ingredient for bloodies, has CLAM JUICE! Doesn't something that has clam juice, horseradish, Worcestershire Sauce, and Tabasco seem like it would instantly kill you? Our brunch drinks on the deck, enjoying a beautiful Saturday morning. Garnished with a scallion, the Bugs Bunny looks as appetizing as its more grusome cousin. We made the drinks side by side, same ingredients to the end, except for the juice. All I can say, is I have put many disgusting things in my mouth (including the "Vodka Marshie"), but nothing has ever tasted as bad as the Bugs Bunny. It was a catastrophic failure like New Coke and "Encore! Encore!" I'm going to have to go back to the drawing board. The regular bloodies we made came out alright, though, even with the Clamato. Being wrong tastes like fetid ogre blood.

…

Site of the Day: Read about The Bowery, and the roll towards gentrification, something I watched everyday on my walks to work during the past fouryears. or Hassidic Hip-hop Reggae, from Yvette.