I hate eggnog. Fight me. But, I really don’t like it. Add it to my list of foods I don’t like that makes me a weirdo: wraps (or anything that involves a cold tortilla), fried chicken, and hash browns (not counting the ones from McDonalds, which I’m pretty sure are just fried in grease and unicorn tears. Those are delicious.) I digress.
I hate eggnog. I think it’s the consistency. It’s like it doesn’t quite know what it wants to be. Am I a liquid? Am I a solid? I don’t know.
But, you know who loves eggnog? My kids. They guzzle that stuff down like it’s… well, I’m not even sure how to complete that sentence.
So, you know, it’s approaching Christmas. And I had one of my Brilliant Mom Ideas. (Spoiler alert: these are ideas that seem great at the time but turn out to be truly terrible. Learn from my mistakes, people. That’s what I’m here for.) It was Thanksgiving Day and I said to myself, you know, the kids love eggnog. Why not make them some from scratch?
Going into this, you should know a few things about me. First, I’m no Martha Stewart. I’ve burned water before people, just ask my mom. Second, I’ve never before made egg nog.
Enter Google. Google leads me to a lovely (non-alcoholic) recipe for homemade eggnog. I decide to give it a whirl. How hard can it be? Famous last words.
Step one: I combine the eggs and the sugar into my stand mixer and let them go to town with the whole whipping them up thing.
Step two: I mix the cream and milk into a saucepan and start heating them to “just a simmer.”
Step three: I stand there waiting for the eggs & sugar to get all foamy and for the milk to simmer. It’s still not simmering. It’s still not foaming.
Step four: I start some laundry.
Step five: What’s that sound in the kitchen? Oh no! My milk is at a mad boil and has overflown and is now bubbling into the burner. Turn off the burner.
Step six: Slowly add spoonfuls of scalded milk mixture to the egg mixture. This is taking forever.
Step seven: Rinse out the lovely crystal punch bowl I’ve had on Marketplace for weeks now that no one is interested in. I’ve never used it. Why not today? It’s Thanksgiving. It’s a special treat for my kids. Why not?
Step eight: Pour the eggnog into the crystal punch bowl and set outside to cool. (Thank God for Alaska winter outdoor coolers, otherwise known as back porches.)
Step nine: Forget completely about the eggnog until dinner is almost over and I happen to catch a glimpse of it on the deck out of the corner of my eye.
Step ten: I offer it to my children, using the fancy ladle, and pouring it into the china we never use. (Side bar: the china also has a pretty metallic rim, which I forgot about and nearly started a kitchen fire when I went to reheat my coffee in the microwave.)
Step eleven: Forget completely about the eggnog for the next few days as it sits untouched by my family on the back porch after the kids took one sip and complained it was “lumpy” and they didn’t like it.
Step twelve: Just buy it next time.