A few weeks ago, I had lunch with my friend John Kessler, a food writer for the AJC. As we pulled up to the restaurant, I could see him getting more and more excited, although I knew it wasn't about the meal we were about to eat. Once we were settled at the table, he brandished the subject of his elation - a whipped cream canister. "Bring us a plate!" he instructed the waitress. He proceeded to squirt a pile of garish, orange whipped stuff onto the plate in the middle of the table, giggling manically all the while. "Try it," he demanded.
I took a bite - it was sweet, creamy and...wait...full of booze! It was both the most disgusting and most perversely awesome thing ever flavored, alcoholic whipped cream. Not just alcoholic, but like, 36 proof, grain alcohol-based orange flavored nastiness. My mind reeled. My eyes watered.
The possibilities were endless.
John gave me a couple of cans, but swore me to secrecy until his story about the whipahol came out, which it did today. Read it and weep tears of joy and disgust. I carried the whipahol around in my purse for a few days, forcing it on any innocent bystander who was close enough. I was the life of the party. I think I also scared some people. I havent really been using it at home for whipped cocktails or the like, but it sure is a funny thing to randomly pull out of your purse.
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can u use them for whippits as well? 2 buzzes for the price of one!
I read about this today and am horrified. I'm not a big fan of whipped cream anyway---at least the kind that isn't homemade---but this just sounds terrible. And another reason for the frat boy-minded to yell "Woooo!" for no real reason at all.
My dad had some of the orange flavored Whipahol last time I went home for a visit. I tried it and thought it tasted terrible -- like really bad cough syrup, and then we noticed the can had leaked all over the pantry for no apparent reason. Not impressed.