I do love my egg nog. And yes, I do use raw eggs. Hey! Anyone that will eat sushi, sashimi, and cerviche has gotta drink egg nog. Why? Because the alcohol literally pickles/cooks the egg proteins and acts as an anti-bacterial. There is a list of
those who should not eat/drink inadequately cooked eggs and other proteins, but they're listed below.
This is the recipe I'm trying this year. It might not be ready for Yule, but it will be ready for New Year's!
From www dot CHOW dot com
Difficulty: Easy | Total Time: 10 mins, plus 3 weeks for aging | Active Time: 10 mins | Makes: About 1 gallon
At an expatriate holiday party in Shanghai in the 1920s, my grandfather tasted the finest eggnog he had ever had. It took him seven years to wheedle the recipe out of the host. Once he got it, he gave an annual party on the Sunday evening following
Thanksgiving to make the nog.
(CHOW note: Unlike most eggnog recipes, this one calls for aging the eggnog for at least three weeks prior to consumption [or up to a year, says CHOW contributor Jonathan Hunt], which allows the flavors to meld. At CHOW, we aged the eggnog in the
refrigerator in a clean 1-gallon jug, and it worked just fine.)
What to buy: The eggnog makes a great gift if you decide to bottle it. You can even get some customized labels to impress your friends.
Game plan: It’s good to give the eggnog a full three weeks of aging, but you can drink it right away; however, the flavor will be less rounded.
For the eggnog:
12 large eggs
2 cups granulated sugar
1 cup heavy cream
1 quart (4 cups) whole milk
1 liter (about 4 cups) bourbon, such as Jim Beam
1/2 cup Myers’s dark rum
1/2 to 1 cup good Cognac or other brandy
Pinch kosher salt
1 whole nutmeg
To serve (optional):
10 egg whites
1 1/2 cups heavy cream
For the eggnog:
1. Separate egg yolks and whites. (Reserve the whites for another use.)
2. Combine yolks and sugar in a large mixing bowl and whisk until well blended and creamy.
3. Add cream, milk, bourbon, rum, Cognac (use the good stuff), and salt, then stir.
4. Bottle it right away and refrigerate it until it’s ready. (An old liquor bottle works great, as do 22-ounce bail-top bottles, available in brewing supply stores. My grandfather keeps the eggnog in the garage for 3 weeks, stirring occasionally, then
bottles it—but aging in the garage is not recommended because the temperature can fluctuate.)
5. It’s traditional to wrap the bottle in aluminum foil, shiny side out, together with a fresh nut of nutmeg tucked into the foil for grating later. Keep refrigerated for at least three weeks, or up to a year if you can.
To serve (optional):
I serve aged eggnog on the rocks with some freshly grated nutmeg on top. If you want to serve the eggnog in the traditional way, pour it into a punch bowl. In separate bowls, whip 10 egg whites and 1 1/2 cups heavy cream to soft peaks and fold them into
the eggnog. Serve in punch cups, garnished with freshly grated nutmeg.
Note: If you decide to bottle the eggnog, follow the step-by-step guide we created for our feature Make Your Own Soda Pop. Be sure, however, to refrigerate the bottles right away. Unlike the soda recipes, eggnog does not ferment (so there’s no danger of
explosion); it just ages under refrigeration. The actual bottling process is the same, though.
This is a very good recipe, however if you ever had a enteric infection (infectious colitis) with
Salmonella or Shigella or Enterobacter or have Crohns Disease, Ulcerative Colitis, Diverticulitis, Leaky Gut Syndrome or the like, use cooked eggs which you can get at the grocery store -- this egg mixture is liquid but
has been pasteurized for your safety.
Anyway... I see this link where you can get custom labels for about anything, including your beer!! So I was thinking... Hmm... I really do need to spruce up my bottles. What to do...
I theorize that somewhere's in your brain, your creativity center, when it really wants to sleep but you can't -- comes up with some pretty goofy ideas. And goofy ideas was all it wanted to do so here are the two labels I am getting:
Yes, that is Mount Redoubt Volcano really blowing her stack. This is a really cool label and it's a generic for anything I make. It's a sticky label that's waterproof so if you get water on it, it won't be destroyed. This is important as I may end up
re-using the bottles. And for those who cannot read the extremely tiny print on either side of the label, here's what it says:
Use your head! Stay home and drink yourself stupid!
It's cheaper and keeps your name out of the
local newspaper under "Police Blotter".
Always try and leave this world a little nicer
than when you first arrived here.
But this is the label I spent almost an hour creating! But it is so worth it!
LOL!!! As for the really tiny print, it says: "100% Evil" -- and -- "Don't drink and swim in my pool!" And yes, that is indeed a tennis shoe in the polar bear's mouth.
*stop laughing before you get the sillies...*
Okay, for those of you who don't remember much of the 1990's, here's the story:
Once upon a time, there were two polar bears by the name of Binky (really big boy!) and Nuka (cute little girl). They both had been orphans when they were tiny polar bear cubs and had been brought in by hunters to the Alaska Zoo in Anchorage. They both
grew up to be really big polar bears -- well, maybe Binky did because Nuka was always quite petite. But they liked each other and they liked their home which was huge, with lots of things to play with, and it had a big beautiful swimming pool that was kept
ice-cold for them all throughout the year.
Now and then, Binky would get bored, but he knew if he waited long enough, he might might manipulate some stupid tourist, who was clueless about the hierarchy of the Arctic, to do something very idiotic and potentially fatal. (Remember: Polar bears are
at the top rung and are least three rungs higher up on the food chain ladder over humans, the other two rungs being occupied by the brown bear and the Kodiak bear which, of course, are lower than the great polar bear.) Unfortunately, these hairless primates
would try to get a better picture by crawling over/through three lines of defense.
One particularly fortuitous day, an Australian sheila decided she wanted a far better picture of Binky than what the gift shop may have had and did exactly what Binky was hoping she would do -- get REALLY CLOSE -- as he posed and strutted his stuff, hoping
that it would entice her. So when she was close enough, lured in by Binky with a false sense of security, he stuck his head and gigantic paws and grabbed her. *Lunch!* he thought excitedly as he sank his fangs into a wonderfully marbled fleshy
thigh. And she would had been "lunch" if it hadn't been for the other tourists pelting him with cans of soda pop or bashing him in the face until the polar bear finally let go of the thigh he was munching on but not without causing serious damage first.
*Gosh Darnitt!!* he thought as the hemorrhaging woman was dragged away to have some extensive vascular and reconstructive surgery done at Providence Hospital. *And I really like white meat!*
Suffice it to say, Binky was not pleased. After all, he always loved fast food and ethnic cooking, and he was getting tired of eating scrawny stray cats that found their way into Binky's and Nuka's home.
However, as luck would have it, Binky didn't have to wait very long.
One summer night -- when the sun never goes down -- three young and dumb guys -- ages ranging from eighteen to twenty-five -- got really drunk and decided they wanted to go for a midsummer's night swim. Now all the pools -- including H2Oasis Indoor Pool
down the road -- were all closed, so they came up with the brilliant idea to crash Binky's and Nuka's home and jump into
The next morning, when the head zookeeper by the name of Smitty stopped by Binky's and Nuka's place to serve them breakfast in bed, Smitty found Binky chewing on a tennis shoe he had never seen there before. And as he took in the splattered blood all
around, that's when this thought came to his head:
"Hmm... Better call the local Emergency Rooms and see if they treated anyone for polar bear mauling."
And sure enough, he did find a nurse who positively identified the three guys that had been admitted. Two of them had been sent home, but the third guy was the most unfortunate and had undergone emergency surgery very early that morning.
But Binky was still unhappy and dissatisfied.
*That fast food was way too fast for even me! I barely even got a bite!*
What Smitty hadn't known was that the unfortunate man who had been mauled the most had the "family jewels" ripped off his person as well as a partial amputation of his favorite best friend. This wasn't revealed until the book --
The Darwin Awards Volume 2 -- was published years later, revealing this poor soul's most unfortunate accident. But this really ignorant guy has to realize that
rarely do people qualify for a Darwin Award and live to tell the tale. You see, it's given out to those who are stupid enough to take themselves out of the gene pool... and they're usually dead because of that. This guy, if you think so, was
lucky to still be alive... minus a few things, but those are just trivial details...
Well, Binky and Nuka should have lived happily ever after... but somehow, one of their fast food cats was infested with a nasty liver fluke, and by the time the zookeepers even knew something was wrong, both Binky and Nuka were dead polar
bears walking. They both died from their livers being turned into oatmeal by these nasty little parasites, and the whole State of Alaska went into mourning. You would have thought the President of the United States had died.
Many mourners flocked to Binky's and Nuka's home, leaving beautiful bouquets of flowers... stuffed into tennis shoes.
Binky will always live in our Alaskan hearts. He is a reminder that we humans are very good and taste even better with plenty of ketchup.