I love egg nog. This statement will not be a non sequitor in a moment.Read on.
Merry Christmas!
Feliz Navidad!
Joyeux Noel!
Froliche Weinachten!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
We shared a lovely Christmas Eve by the outdoor fireplace with dear friends (who luckily enough, happen to be our neighbors). The children frolicked in noisy abandon as only children can. We stuffed our jelly bellies full of smoked salmon, fennel salad, steamed shrimp, crostini, apple/cranberry pie, and chocolate truffles. There was much merriment to be had, and Christmas spirit(s) flowed.
We all remarked how stress-free and footloose and fancy free our celebration was. As the kids get older the hovering gets easier. Bird and Deal know to stay in the yard, they can claw their way through tussles, and there are enough dart guns, remote control cars, and stuffed animals to go around. Lark was an exhausted little champ who happily retired to his crate to escape the onset of Kid-dom ruling.
After our friends went their merry ways we perched the boys at the kitchen table with a plate of smoked salmon and set to cleaning up. They then showered (must be clean for Santa!) and donned their matching plaid Christmas jammies. So cute it would melt the Snow Miser's frigid heart. We settled in under blankets to watch the old Rankin Bass Twas the Night Before Christmas and romped in the yard to sprinkle glitter and oat reindeer food.
Now that the boys are tucked in bed and sleeping (not even pretending!), Mac Daddy and I opened a beribboned gift from a neighbor. Lo and behold, my most favorite of Christmas spirits was there!
And so it is with an iced crystal tumbler full of this I toast you this Christmas. Merry Christmas to my delightful readers. I hope your season is so bright so you gotta wear shades. I know you're all so Hollywood like that.
Evan Williams Holiday Egg Nog
Da Bomb.
First of all, let it be known that I love me some egg nog. Our family friend Ty makes some killer homemade stuff that I cannot replicate to save my life. I settle for the grocery store brands and spike it myself. Then I get a work out just swallowing that gloppy thick stuff while I trick myself into believing it's the real deal.
Evan Williams does it all for me. And it's oh so good.
Not treacly sweet. Not fake. Not so thick you could condition your hair with it.
Evan Williams is the Avis of straight bourbon whiskey in the US. It's "extra aged," which I can totally identify with.
Now that the boys are tucked in bed and sleeping (not even pretending!), Mac Daddy and I opened a beribboned gift from a neighbor. Lo and behold, my most favorite of Christmas spirits was there!
And so it is with an iced crystal tumbler full of this I toast you this Christmas. Merry Christmas to my delightful readers. I hope your season is so bright so you gotta wear shades. I know you're all so Hollywood like that.
Evan Williams Holiday Egg Nog
Da Bomb.
First of all, let it be known that I love me some egg nog. Our family friend Ty makes some killer homemade stuff that I cannot replicate to save my life. I settle for the grocery store brands and spike it myself. Then I get a work out just swallowing that gloppy thick stuff while I trick myself into believing it's the real deal.
Evan Williams does it all for me. And it's oh so good.
Not treacly sweet. Not fake. Not so thick you could condition your hair with it.
Evan Williams is the Avis of straight bourbon whiskey in the US. It's "extra aged," which I can totally identify with.
3 comments:
That's my most favorite Christmas special -- watched it Christmas night. Not sure why it's one of the least known or most forgotten.
Cheers--to you, nog and your good Christmas!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Sounds like wonderful family time. More of that in 2010!
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