Say what you will about eggnog, but unless you are saying
“It’s delicious,” then you’re wrong. I love this beverage. I love everything
about it. Well, not the name (which sounds dangerously dangerous; like you are
destined for food poisoning.) But for the love of all things holiday-ish, this
elixir is an instant party in your mouth. Your senses are heightened. You can
actually smell colors. (P.S. Your senses might be confused as well.) (But you
won’t see that warning on the box.) (Because if eggnog were to start putting
warnings on their containers they would have to include things like “Warning:
You will quickly and gladly sell your children for more eggnog.”) (I like
writing inside parentheses.)
Eggnog is not so highly endorsed by all people. In fact,
it’s not even endorsed by all of my family. In fact, it’s not even endorsed by
all Ken Craigs in my family. Take for example, my father who also goes by Ken
Craig, and whose response to eggnog is, “Whoever would drink that stuff would
drink their own bath water.”
Touché, Dad.
Fact is, there aren't too many fence sitters with eggnog.
People either love it, or they are communist. You don’t see too many folks who
say, “I can take it or leave it.” It’s usually, “I can and WILL take it – with both hands, if necessary” or “Get that swill away from me, you filthy beast.”
Well, I adore it. In all its forms – Dreyer’s ice cream,
Jack In the Box shakes, pumpkin flavored, and on and on. But my favorite is
Southern Comfort’s Vanilla Spice Egg Nog. Oh, hold me. I get the fever for it
just talking about it. You must try it. I defy you to not fall in love with it.
And for those of you concerned; no, it does not come with Southern Comfort
already in it. It’s just pure heavenly non-alcoholic eggnog. You have to add
the Southern Comfort yourself. But being the non-drinker that I am, I don’t add
any Southern Comfort. I add a cup of my own bath water.
