I’m not the kind of dude to complain too much about her rug.
…Okay I am. But I have white shag fucking carpet. Not my call – that was totally my landlord’s decision.
But I am the kind of dude that WILL complain about having to drink eggnog. Gross.
I know that for some people – namely my brother Michael, boyfriend John, friend Heidi Fink – the nog is something of a Christmas tradition. Toss in a few carols, a classic film and some twinkle lights and you got yourself a par-tay.
I’m all for Christmas tradition. Just not eggnog.
For instance, I absolutely positively must decorate the tree in a particular order each and every year. First the lights, then the ornaments and balls, then the tinsel, then the topper. Because I’m crazy A-type like that.
I absolutely positively must have an advent calendar for the month of December. Evidently there isn’t enough cookies and cakes in my immediate future I need to polish off a box of chocolates.
I absolutely positively must watch National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. Because I’m 12.
I absolutely positively must drive around with my Momma and Brother before Christmas and look at all the pretty houses lit up. You know, because Christmas is so totally green that a few car emissions won’t make a difference. Oh and while we’re on the subject of environmentally friendly, can I just say how much I hate the energy-saving LED lights? Bring on the old school, bright bulb, energy wasters!
I absolutely positively must have baileys in my coffee Christmas morning. Mmmm… creamy coffee.
I absolutely positively must open the stocking, before the present. Because I’m privileged to get both.
And of course, I absolutely positively must have turkey. Pastured and local, please. And my Momma’s homemade buns and gravy and potatoes. And brussel sprouts. And ‘toasted shrooms. BTW – leftover brussel sprouts and toasted shrooms make a fabulous Boxing Day Dinner.
See? I got mad love for tradition. Just not eggnog.
But then I got inspired. And a bottle of Amarula Cream was sent to me. And whenever I hear the word “cream” I think one of two things – one of which we can talk about here, the other you’ll have to look up from the confines of your bedroom. Or living room. Or public park, if that’s your thing.
The cream we can talk about here: The Caucasian. Not white folks, yo. The drink.
The Big Lebowski. The Dude. The rug. The Jesus. The bowling. The Larry. The trampoline. The world of pain. The fuckin’ money. The underwear. The amazing swinging naked art swing. Do you get what I’m putting down? No? Then you need to see one of the most epic films of our time – classic in a whole other way than It’s A Wonderful Life, my friends. And then you need to have a White Russian (aka a Caucasian). And THEN you need to spin it quicker than Jeff Bridges hits the floor. I give you, the Nog-Casian.
Happy holidays my friends!
P.S. As someone who doesn’t fancy herself the biggest nog lover, I’ve had 3 of these in as many days. They’re pretty darn tootin’ good.
The Nog Casian (Egg Nog Cocktail)
Yield 2 drinks
- 2 C Homemade Eggnog
- 2 Oz Amarula Cream
- 2 Oz Luksusowa Vodka
- Sprinkle of ground cinnamon
- Fresh nutmeg
- In each glass, pour 1 Oz Amarula Cream and 1 Oz Vodka.
- Sprinkle with cinnamon.
- Toss in as many ice cubes as will fit in the glass.
- Top with egg nog.
- Grate a small dash of fresh nutmeg on top.
- Bottoms up.
What your feelings on the nog situation? What holiday traditions do you participate in? What’s new this season? Do you like the twinkly lights? What’s in your glass right this minute? Ever had Amarula? See The Big Lebowski? Do you like creamy cocktails? Are they creepy? What’s the most epic movie of our time according to you? Spill it below!
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