Eggnog: that delicious Yule Tide beverage made of milk, eggs and spices, popularised in so many Christmas television specials and movies where the family’s outcast uncle has a bit too much “Christmas Spirit”. Scenes where grandmas ladle themselves multiple lugs of lush and creamy mugs of warmed and whisky drenched cheer, only to later chase the neighbour’s kids while wearing a mistletoe hat.
Would it surprise you then that eggnog itself has earnt itself a place in American Military infamy?
You’ve eaten, you’ve drank and been merry. Your pants no longer fit, but that’s ok as you the shorts you received from Santa are elasticated and have an extra-long draw string. You’ve managed to survive the visiting extended family with the aid of gallons of wine and ale, and nursed the subsequent hangover with a past its prime roasted potato or two or hastily torn off chunks of ham from a vinegary damp sack in the fridge. You shamefully sneak extra pieces of gingerbread house on the way past the kitchen and have yet to be sprung by your life mate chugging custard from the carton.