By Mark Constance
Just had this Egg Nog memory and figured I would share it.
It’s was in the mid 1980s.
My brother, Terry and I, made fresh egg nog in this tiny trailer I used to live in in St. Clair. We made it in the kitchen sink.
Sean was sitting next to the sink and Terry was mixing it up with a blender. Things were going well. We followed the directions and everything.
But like many experiences at the time, this involved alcohol.
Anyway, Terry had the trigger locked and was busy mixing the Nog when he dropped the blender into the sink. In an instant, egg nog was splattered on the window, curtains, dining room table, and Sean, Terry and I. Sean had so much on him I had to give him another bath.
Not to be dissuaded, we cleaned up and started a brand new batch … in the sink.
This time the process was uneventful. And the Nog came out great. Much different than store-bought Egg Nog.
And it even included the Rum
