Every home cook knows that there is that recipe that always plagues you. For me, it used to be Coq au Vin. And then I cooked Coq au Vin over and over using different varieties of vin until I mastered the recipe. (It turns out the problem with my coq au vin was that I ended up drinking too much of vin and not putting enough with my coq. Once I put the bottle down, my aged bird cooked up nicely and it was the hit of the potluck.
Then came Egg Nog. If you've been following this blog, you know how stressful cooking egg nog has been for me since that fateful Christmas Eve six years ago when our Egg Nog resembled sweet scrambled eggs in warm nutmeg sauce. The undrinkable putrid mess was so foul even our neighborhood scoundrel dogs left our trash cans alone for a solid two weeks.
Yesterday, I redeemed myself. Following a simpler, harder to screw up recipe, I whisked my eggs and whiskey into a tasty, delectable treat. In fact, the night cap only got better with each glass. The frothy goodness truly put me into a state of euphoria untasted since my first Round Up Margarita. Fool me once, Egg Nog, shame on you. Fool me twice... well time has told that you can't fool me twice. Have a happy holiday drinkers, prayers and lovers. I'll pour one out to you, my homies.
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