When we go to the casino, however, I tend to drink more than usual. I mean, after all, the drinks are "free." (If I did the math and calculated just how much each of those "free" drinks cost me this past weekend, I would probably slit my throat.) Besides, I hate for those cocktail waitresses not to have something to do.
Thursday night I saw a waitress serving a drink to someone at a nearby table. When she got to us, I asked, "What is that drink with the whipped cream on top?" (See, I do have my standards.)
She replied, "It's a frozen buttery nipple."
Oh. My.
Butterscotch Schnapps, Irish cream, and half-n-half. With crushed ice for the "frozen" part.
After a couple of them, I wasn't even embarrassed about ordering it.
And I have just discovered that I can make a decent one at home, even without the whipped cream on top.
Oh. My.