Eggnog Eruption
Home again, home again and what do I find awaiting me? A wiggly Bear, a Mao cat so happy to see me that she wastes no time sinking her claws into my thighs and eggnog erupting in my freezer! I should have known something was up when Jason casually mentioned he saved the eggnog for me by freezing it. That sentence in and of itself is innocuous; however, it was followed by “I can’t WAIT for you to see it.” Last I checked, eggnog was not exciting. But I was wrong. Oh, how I was wrong. I have no idea if this stuff is any good since it somehow managed to erupt through its seal and freeze outside the bottle, cap and seal in place. But it sure does look cool. Don’t you think?
I figure I’ll defrost one this weekend and let Jason try it. He’s kind of like Mikey; he’ll eat anything once. I’ll give it to him on Friday and if he’s not suffering from food poisoning or some horrible eggnog plague, I’ll go ahead and make eggnog cupcakes for friends and the staff and teachers at Drue’s school. And if by chance he does come down with some sort of ailment due to bad eggnog, I can always document it and make that lovely picture the daily snap on that day. It’s kind of win-win when you think about it.
Oh and hello Virginia. It’s good to be back. I miss the Bay Area but you’ve certainly got your charm too. Now if we could just do something about this 30 degree weather… Honestly, the only thing I want frozen around here is the eggnog!
January 5th, 2010at 11:41 pm(#)
plotting to kill me off already? bad form, bad form indeed!
January 5th, 2010at 11:48 pm(#)
No, no you misunderstand. I don’t want you DEAD. But if you happen to get sick or break out in little yellow spots or your hair turns green from ingesting erupted eggnog then I figure I’ll share it out on the inter-web. It might even get you a sympathy date or two! So really think of it as me having your back.
January 6th, 2010at 5:48 pm(#)
I love how your plan is to give it to Jason and if he survives, make treats for others…like the 2nd phase of a science project =)
January 7th, 2010at 9:53 am(#)
You know how royalty used to employ servants called tasters who had the pleasant job of tasting their food to ensure the royals weren’t being poisoned? Yeah, this is nothing like that.
Honestly, any guy within arm’s reach might get enlisted to “try this, would ya?” if I am unsure of something coming out of my fridge or some dish being served in a restaurant (and on occasion, other people’s homes if I can get away with it!). I figure if they don’t fall to the floor, choking or grabbing their bellies and moaning “it buuurrnnns” I’m okay to eat it myself.