So it turns out two ants did manage to cross the Great Barrier (actually, the hall) into the kitchen.
I found one drowned in the dregs of a jalepeno martini. That’ll teach ’em.
So it turns out two ants did manage to cross the Great Barrier (actually, the hall) into the kitchen.
I found one drowned in the dregs of a jalepeno martini. That’ll teach ’em.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen “jalapeno” and “martini” in such close proximity before.
Oh, but you should!
Gary invented it when I was out of lemons and I didn’t have olives. I hate olives. So we’re looking through the fridge for something to garnish the martinis with and we found a jar of jalapenos. My GOD is that a good martini.
AKA Cajun Martini
I hate olives too. Perhaps you’re on to something!