Are clowns the new zombie? I kind of hope so. I’m more sick of zombies now than I was of vampires a few years back.
Thanks to some recent films and TV shows clowns are every where. And, hey, remember a few years ago when creepy clowns kept popping up all over the place? Clowns are scary. After the new “It” movie came out a little while back there was an influx of articles telling us just why we don’t like clowns—their human faces with accentuated and contoured features make our brains think “danger”.
And then there’s the king of the creepy clowns, John Wayne Gacy. The KFC franchise-owning contractor that moonlighted as Pogo, the world’s creepiest and worst clown ever, all the while being responsible for the murders of 30+ young boys. He would purposefully paint his clown face with harsh edges and sharp corners, perhaps to look more sinister, unnecessary though it may have been. His last meal was fried chicken, shrimp, and a pound of strawberries.
This cocktail here is NOT to honor the likes of Gacy—far from it—but I like the idea, this thing of something’s appearance playing tricks on your mind. It starts by infusing some vodka with Sour Patch Kids—the orange ones specifically. Their sweetness and lip-puckering sourness leeches out into the vodka all the while dying it the most Day-Glo of oranges. It looks, when the cocktail is mixed, innocently enough, like any other orange cocktail. But take one sip and you’ll realize things aren’t quite what they seem.
The same could be said for the chicken. I mean, you kind of want some crispy and fried with drinks, right? I cut up some chicken breasts and soak them in buttermilk with a little hot sauce. I dredge them in flour cut with a little cornstarch (for flakiness) and rice flour (for crispiness) before frying them in hot oil. The crowning glory of it all is the red chili infused honey that the crispy nuggets of chicken are tossed in right before serving. Crispy and crunchy, savory, sweet, spicy and, with the cocktail, sour. You essentially have it all.
So go soak some candy in vodka (don’t eat them afterwards though… they’re truly awful), fry some chicken, and join me. We can watch true crime docs on Netflix. It’s real dark stuff, I know. I need a drink.
And follow me on BLOGLOVIN’. It’ll be fun. I have fried chicken.