Booze Custard Challenge Accepted

Today, on the Frank DeCaro show, the fat fuck described a frozen custard he got at an upscale Manhattan milkshake shop. Prepare yourself:

A Dark-and-Stormy custard, with pieces of roasted cinnamon peaches mixed in.

OH...MY...AHURA MAZDA!!!

I will make this. I will. With an appropriate change. I don't copy: I improve with panache, bitches.

A Dark and Stormy is one of my favorite cocktails. You start with good, flavorful dark rum (remember: lackluster rum leads to lackluster Dark and Stormies). You add ginger beer (ginger ale? Oh, heavens no, you can't use ginger ale). The result will make you write your congressman, slap your momma, and inappropriately expose yourself.

So I will make a ginger-dark rum custard. And I will add roasted peaches. As far as the cinnamon...I love cinnamon. I do. I have several different kinds in my pantry, as sticks and/or powder, each with a distinctive flavor and purpose. But here, I just don't think cinnamon is appropriate.

I'll have cardamom roasted peaches. And it will be fucking fag-tastic. And you'll wish you were my friend and lived near me and said I was pretty and never criticized my obsession with food and cake pans and the true art of brewing coffee and agreed with me on how vegetarians are the minions of Rosemary's baby and how tragically pretty and funny I am and how I'm right that the zombie apocalypse has come in the form of Sarah Palin and her retard baby who would never get no health care even when the abomination's mother gets government health care that sets up "death panels" that would make socialist Nazi zombies eat all of the population of Alaska that can see Russia...

Say it! Or by the resurrected Baal I'll eat the pint-and-a-half myself.