Fuck yeah, holidays.

In preparation for the upcoming holiday party I have planned on the 17th, I made this recipe today. For those of you with a crippling fear of profanity or links (in which case, why are you reading my blog?), that goes to a 1930s-era Joy of Cooking recipe for egg nog. I made it half again as large, which meant eighteen eggs, seven cups of booze (five of bourbon and two of rum), a pound and a half of confectioners' sugar, three quarts of whipping cream, and a full three nuts of nutmeg all grated up into it.

Needless to say, it was a bit of an experience.

First off, the eggs were from Costco, which apparently follows the "bigger is better" philosophy when it comes to individual units as well as packages - all 18 of the eggs were HUGE. Then there was the booze-pouring; it felt downright strange to be dealing with bourbon and rum in cups instead of ounces. I ran out of space in our largest bowl at the adding-cream stage, but fortunately I still had two quarts to add, so I just poured half of it into our next-largest bowl and split the rest of the recipe down the middle. And then there was the fridge-Tetris to get both bowls in the fridge for their three-hour rest. (Fortunately we haven't done any serious grocery shopping in a while.) Finally was the nutmeg, which (of course) had to be freshly grated. I think there may be a bit of the top of my thumb in there somewhere.

Now that it's all done, though, there's a gallon and a half (or 16,632 calories) of nog sitting in the fridge waiting to age a bit. Even fresh it's not half bad, although I'm hoping that the nutmeg flavor gets stronger over the next few days. And if I so wish, I can put little labels on the eggnog cups at the party: "HELLO MY NAME IS 462 calories! Merry Christmas!"

It just occurred to me that I've likely consumed my 2000 calorie daily intake today without ingesting a single 'healthy' food. Ah well. I guess that's what the holidays are for.

Fuck yeah, holidays.

In preparation for the upcoming holiday party I have planned on the 17th, I made this recipe today. For those of you with a crippling fear of profanity or links (in which case, why are you reading my blog?), that goes to a 1930s-era Joy of Cooking recipe for egg nog. I made it half again as large, which meant eighteen eggs, seven cups of booze (five of bourbon and two of rum), a pound and a half of confectioners' sugar, three quarts of whipping cream, and a full three nuts of nutmeg all grated up into it.

Needless to say, it was a bit of an experience.

First off, the eggs were from Costco, which apparently follows the "bigger is better" philosophy when it comes to individual units as well as packages - all 18 of the eggs were HUGE. Then there was the booze-pouring; it felt downright strange to be dealing with bourbon and rum in cups instead of ounces. I ran out of space in our largest bowl at the adding-cream stage, but fortunately I still had two quarts to add, so I just poured half of it into our next-largest bowl and split the rest of the recipe down the middle. And then there was the fridge-Tetris to get both bowls in the fridge for their three-hour rest. (Fortunately we haven't done any serious grocery shopping in a while.) Finally was the nutmeg, which (of course) had to be freshly grated. I think there may be a bit of the top of my thumb in there somewhere.

Now that it's all done, though, there's a gallon and a half (or 16,632 calories) of nog sitting in the fridge waiting to age a bit. Even fresh it's not half bad, although I'm hoping that the nutmeg flavor gets stronger over the next few days. And if I so wish, I can put little labels on the eggnog cups at the party: "HELLO MY NAME IS 462 calories! Merry Christmas!"

It just occurred to me that I've likely consumed my 2000 calorie daily intake today without ingesting a single 'healthy' food. Ah well. I guess that's what the holidays are for.