I recently received an email from a friend with a Christmas Meme included. One of the questions asked, “Do you like egg nog?” When I read the question, I was suddenly seized by an overwhelming craving for the stuff. A serious craving that I would in no way be able to satisfy in Linyi, China, no matter how badly I wanted to.
What the heck is in egg nog anyway? I always bought it in those cardboard milk cartons. I’m sure as much as I love the store-bought version, homemade egg nog must be knock-out. I “did a Google” (Wouldn’t McCain be proud of me?) and found a slew of recipes. This “traditional” version lists eggs, milk, cream, bourbon, sugar, brandy and nutmeg. Hmm… if only I were in Beijing or Shanghai… no cream and nutmeg here.
The meme also asked, “Do you have a favorite Christmas memory?” Here’s a happy memory. When I lived in Costa Rica, I was delighted to find tetra-briks of Dos Pinos brand rompope in the supermarket year round (sans liquor). That’s right! Costa Ricans consume egg nog any time of the year! Much to the DH’s disgust, I regularly consumed the stuff. Rompope, incidentally, is Latin America’s version of egg nog. (Or egg nog is the Norteamericano’s, minus Mexico, version of Rompope, if you see the world that way.) As far as I can tell, Rompope differs in that it is flavored with vanilla and includes rum instead of bourbon.
It’s all good in my book. There is a possibility I will be in Canada in late January… Any chance egg nog will still be in the stores? (She asks while wiping the drool from her chin.)
I’m really enjoying having my Google RSS Feed Reader open today. Because I am so many hours ahead of all of you, it is not Christmas yet for most of my favorite bloggers. But, as time slowly marches forward, the occasional post will come through with Christmas greetings. It’s like having a mailbox that delivers goodies all day! I am at work because although the Chinese enjoy the trappings of Christmas, it is not an official holiday. (Although with the kind of work I have been doing today – ahem, blog surfing – I really needn’t of bothered coming in at all! Shh!)
