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Vodka Surprise

My last e-tutorial explained how to blend pies with alcohol and reshape them into donuts. That didn’t go down so well with… anyone. So this month I’ve decided to double down and make an alcoholic chocolate beverage:

Ingredients

You are going to need a bottle of vodka and a carton of eggs.

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Free range, if possible.

 

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