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E is for Eggnog

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For the purposes of this argument let us assume that Google does not exist (divide by 0 in 3…2…1…). What exactly is eggnog anyway? Does anyone know? What’s it made of? Like my gran once said about sausages, I’m probably better off not knowing, but hey! (Apparently) it’s a holiday must. Which I have STILL not sampled. And it is entirely possible that I will NOT be sampling. It’s a drink and it has the word “egg” on its name. I’m sorry but it doesn’t sound very promising. I’ll take my chances with the sausage if that’s okay with you. That being said, the Eggnog Latte that Starbucks has been rocking lately is pretty cool. Tastes like Ferrero.

 

-one quick Google search later-

“Eggnog is a sweetened dairy-based beverage traditionally made with milk and/or cream, sugar, and whipped eggs. Spirits such as brandy, rum or bourbon are often added. The finished serving is often garnished with a sprinkling of ground cinnamon or nutmeg.”

Riiiiight….

Thanks Wikipedia. You pulled through as usual. And no, I’m not trying it. It has raw eggs! Gross! Jeez, isn’t there a seasonal delicacy whose list of ingredients won’t make me swear off eating and drinking? –catches sight of mulled wine- Excuse me for a moment.

 

P.S.

Fruitcake is something else I don’t understand…

Automatic writing exercise (aka why I must not stay up late)

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It was cold, it was wet, and I wanted to punch someone. So….a typical Monday morning. The mist curled around my ankles as I leaned tiredly against the bus stop, like wet fingers crawling up my spine. Yawn after half-formed yawn I shook myself. Staying up late last night had not been a good idea but the alternative -an eight-hour roller coaster of nightmares- didn’t sound very inviting either. A shiver ran through my spine as it started to actually rain and the shadows of the nearby trees lengthened sinisterly. Great! Just what I needed! I’m running late for my class and now I’m to have an encounter with a semi-immortal being with a shtick for showy entrances before my first cup of coffee.

“I swear, whoever-you-are, if you so much as materialise a finger, I will bind you in a circle and hit you with my bag.”

I let said bag fall to the ground with an impressive THUD. The shadows shrink back to their proper place hastily and I smirk. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Nothing like the comforting wight of Shakespeare’s Complete Works to make a girl feel safe…