Birthday Bacon Bloody Mary

If you want to add more gluten free, dairy free, and fodmap friendly recipes to your recipe box, Birthday Bacon Bloody Mary might be a recipe you should try. For $1.89 per serving, this recipe covers 1% of your daily requirements of vitamins and minerals. One serving contains 140 calories, 0g of protein, and 0g of fat. This recipe serves 1. 764 people have tried and liked this recipe. It is perfect for Birthday. Many people really liked this beverage. It is brought to you by Daydreamer Desserts. If you have vodka, worcestershire sauce, lime juice, and a few other ingredients on hand, you can make it. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes roughly 5 minutes. All things considered, we decided this recipe deserves a spoonacular score of 4%. This score is improvable. Similar recipes include Smoky Bacon Bloody Mary, Bacon Jalapeno Bloody Mary, and The Best Bloody Mary and Make Your Own Bloody Mary Bar.

Servings: 1

Preparation duration: 5 minutes

 

Ingredients:

2 dashes of celery salt

ground black pepper

1 ounce fresh lime juice

2 ounces bacon infused vodka

2 dashes of Worcestershire sauce

4 ounces bloody mary mix

4 ounces Clamato

Equipment:

measuring cup

Cooking instruction summary:

Rim a glass with kosher salt, or a combination of kosher & celery salts.Add a few ice cubes to the glass.Add ingredients into a 2 cup measuring cup, stir well then pour into prepared glass.Garnish with bacon, your favorite pickled vegetables and a celery stalk.

 

Step by step:


1. Rim a glass with kosher salt, or a combination of kosher & celery salts.

2. Add a few ice cubes to the glass.

3. Add ingredients into a 2 cup measuring cup, stir well then pour into prepared glass.

4. Garnish with bacon, your favorite pickled vegetables and a celery stalk.


Nutrition Information:

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139k Calories
0.13g Protein
0.02g Total Fat
2g Carbs
0% Health Score
Limit These
Calories
139k
7%

Fat
0.02g
0%

  Saturated Fat
0.0g
0%

Carbohydrates
2g
1%

  Sugar
0.68g
1%

Cholesterol
0.0mg
0%

Sodium
795mg
35%

Alcohol
18g
105%

Get Enough Of These
Protein
0.13g
0%

Vitamin C
8mg
11%

Potassium
51mg
1%

covered percent of daily need
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