An Eggnog Poem
If you see a fat man, who’s jolly and cute,
wearing a beard and a red flannel suit;
And if he is chuckling and laughing away,
while flying around in a miniature sleigh;
With eight tiny reindeer to pull him along; then – let’s face it –
Your eggnog’s too strong!!
Directions for Eggnog:
Put ¼ cup of mix in mug, fill with ice cold milk,
stir, blend, or shake in shaker!
It is a bit creamier if you use half and half.
For extra special eggnog whip it all up
with blender till slightly thick.
Or put 1 cup mix with 1 cup milk in blender,
Add 1 cup ice cubes, one at a time till desired thickness.
Personally, I think 1 cup of the mix sounds like too much, but perhaps not!
Maybe with Ice cubes added it will serve several people then.
However you decide to make it ~
a touch of whipped cream on top is grand,
sprinkled with nutmeg,
and a cinnamon stick for effect.
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Eggnog Mix Recipe
1 – (3 qt) powdered milk
2- (3 oz) vanilla pudding (instant)
1 – (6 oz) coffee creamer (dry)
Put all ingredients in a big food processor and mix thoroughly,
this makes it blend easier.
I found this story last year and thought it a very touching one- please enjoy.
Last year at Christmas time, my wife, three boys, and I were in Germany, on our way to visit relatives. For five wretched days everything had gone wrong. Our hotels were tourist traps our rented care broke down, we were irritable and restless.
On Christmas Eve, when we checked into our hotel in Ramstein, there was no Christmas spirit in our hearts. It was cold and raining when we went out to eat. We found a drab little cafe, shoddily decorated for the Holiday. Only five tables in the restaurant were occupied.
There were two German couples and two French families and an American airman by himself. In the corner a piano player listlessly played quiet tunes. I was too stubborn to tired and miserable to leave.
I looked around and noticed that the other customers were eating in stony silence. The only person who seemed happy was the American serviceman. He was writing a letter, smiling to himself.
My wife ordered our meal in German. The waiter brought us the wrong thing. I scolded my wife, she began to cry, and the boys defended her. Then on my left at the table of the German family, the father slapped one of his children for some minor fault, the boy cried quietly. On our right, the French wife berated her husband.
All of us were suddenly interrupted by an unpleasant blast of cold air. Through the door came an old German flower woman. She wore dripping, tattered overcoat and shuffled in on her run down shoes. Carrying her basket of roses she went from table to table.
“Flowers?” she offered. No one bought any, and wearily she sat at the table between the airman and us. To the waiter she said, “Bowl of soup. I haven’t sold a flower the whole afternoon.”
To the piano player she said hoarsely, “Can you imagine, Joseph, ordering only a bowl of soup on Christmas Eve?” Joseph pointed to his empty tip jar.
The young airman finished his meal and got up to leave. Putting on his coat he walked over to the flower woman’s table.
“Happy Christmas!” he said smiling, and picked out two roses, he said, ”How much are these?”
He paid for them and pressed one into the letter he had written. He had handed the woman a large bill and the woman said, “I’ll have to get change for you sir…”
“No, madam”, said the airman, he leaned down and kissed the ancient cheek, “This is my Christmas present to you!”
Straightening up, he came to our table holding the other rose in front of him.” Sir,” he said to me, “May I present this to your beautiful wife?” In one quick motion he gave the rose to my wife, wished us a Merry Christmas and departed.
Everyone had stopped eating. Everyone had been watching the airman. Everyone was sitting in thoughtful silence.
A few seconds later, Christmas exploded through the restaurant like a bomb. The old flower woman jumped up waving her large bill. Hobbling out into the middle of the room she did a jig. Shouting to the piano player, “Joseph, my Christmas present, and you shall have a feast too!”
With sudden enthusiasm the piano player began playing
Good King Wenceslas, beating the keys with magic hands, nodding his head to the rhythm. My wife waved her rose in time to the music; she was radiant, looking twenty years younger. The tears had left her eyes. She began to sing, and our three sons joined in, bellowing loudly.
The French jumped up on the chairs and began to sing.
The German man, who had slapped his boy, beat a rhythm with his fork against a bottle and the lad climbed on his lap
The owner of the restaurant started “The First Noel,” and we all joined in, half of us crying as we sang. People crowded in from the street until many were standing. The walls shook as hands and feet kept time to the rousing yuletide carols.
A few hours before eighteen people had been spending a miserable evening in a shoddy restaurant. It ended up being their happiest Christmas Eve ever. This airman gave us all a very special gift, because he had Christmas in his soul. He released the love and joy that had been smothered within us. He gave us Christmas.
This is one of those Halloween party appetizers that will never get old. Your guests will love its simplicity and, well… its cheesiness. This is just about as good as fondue gets, and is chock-full of wonderful autumn-y flavors. Too good to be believed.
This is one of those wonderful Halloween party appetizers that comes together in about 10 minutes, can be made ahead of time, and will wow everybody at your Halloween dinner party or party. The presentation has a ton of effect without a ton of work.
