Whipped Lightning
I’ll be back to the cherries next week. Consider this an aside as I recover from having moved — I can’t even get to my bar at the moment, because it’s been boxed in. I’m sure the bourbon’s getting lonely.
And, so, today, I present to you Whipped Lightning. Whipped Lightning has roughly the best product name in history. It is exactly what it sounds like it might be — alcoholic whipped cream, or, as they dub it, “whipahol.”
I was very excited when I first read about this product, but then promptly forgot about it. So, finally, we impulse bought the “Spiced Vanilla” flavor a few weeks ago, and I have to say it lives up to its name. It tastes like vanilla-infused Reddi-Wip with an aggressive alcohol taste and burn, sort of like what you run into with cheap rum or vodka, or even Everclear.
In theory, this would be fun to throw on top of hot chocolate or coffee. It’s already summer here, though, so I don’t think I can bring myself to try that anytime soon. I have, however, tasted the product on its own, and I’ll say that I wouldn’t recommend putting it with anything fancy; it’s got its appeal, much as pouring cheap peppermint schnapps into hot chocolate has its appeal, but the whipahol’s burn is so sharp I think it would drown out anything more refined than itself, like a boorish party guest drowning out a wallflower’s attempts to join in conversation at a party.
Whipped Lightning falls under my “try once, maybe twice” category. It’s novel. It’s fun. You might be able to come up with something to do with it, but fundamentally, it’s neither inherently necessary nor so good as to become necessary. Whipped Lightning comes in a whole host of flavors, should you be so inclined.
Anybody got some inventive uses of Whipped Lightning?
