Perfecting the Nog


 

Perfecting the Nog. It is a most noble pursuit.

This afternoon we decorated the Christmas tree. Once the sweary part of getting the damn thing straight up and down was done we celebrated with some eggnog. My daughter had a sip and was done with it. My son drank his and his sister’s as well. I couldn’t help but play with mine.

It was a cheap carton of eggnog from the corner store that my son begged me to buy. I had had it in my mind that I would make it the nog from scratch this year but I hadn’t been able to wake up my inner Martha Stewart. A bit of customization was in order.

The dregs of my homemade vanilla extract and some Bulleit bourbon started off the adult version of the chicken milk (the direct translation of ‘lait de poule’ is so much more fun to say dontcha think?). A drop of star anise extract and the solitary unbroken seed pod for garnish make it a wee bit more Christmassy. A splash of Kahlua adds a layer of sweetness. A few vintage glasses later some cinnamon was swirled on but by the time the nog made it to the mug the seed pod looked more like a drowned wasp.

So many delicious versions along the way. My next step in perfecting the nog will be a from scratch version with some of those new flavours built in. Happy holiday mixing!

 

Not A Dog Park Cocktail

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I spend a lot of time at the local dog park standing in one spot freezing my butt off, while encouraging the puppy to run around and get some exercise and stay warm. Do you see the lack of logic there? Me too. A warm beverage is definitely missing from that scenario.

A few of the other dog park humans  (we have no names other than Thatdog’s Human) agree that we need our very own cocktail and I thought I would take a stab at it today. Cold weather needs warm drinks so I made coffee. There was whipping cream and I sweetened it with a sprinkling of Creme De Menthe. Now… coffee topped with minted whipped cream is damned good but was feeling much more “Starbucks”-esque than “being bowled over by a freight train of dogs at the park”-esque. And I had no bourbon. This was not the dog park cocktail I started after. This was a Christmas Brunch cocktail.

A jigger of Kahlua topped with a double extra strong brew of coffee and topped again with minted whipped cream. Wedges of stroopwafel and a red chocolate cake decoration as garnish and I’m seeing Rudolf in my coffee.

Happy Ho Ho!

Do not dismay dog park humans… I will buy bourbon and try again.