Mirror mirror on the wall
I am my mother… after all!
I remember as a little girl thinking my mother was so beautiful, she was and still is. As a teenager I completely rebelled and couldn’t find any common ground with the woman. Until just recently (that’s a whole lot of time in between) I’ve constantly battled with my psyche, convincing myself that I am nothing like her. Ahhh… but the gift of wisdom and clarity that comes with age. I now realize, more and more every day, that I am my mother after all. If I have turned into my mom, then I can bet you a glass of eggnog that my mother was just like my grandma, and my girls will someday have to admit… they are just like me. I have been digging through old photos and remembering my holidays as a child. It seems that most of what I thought were “my” holiday traditions can be traced back to my mom.
” He’s making a list, checking it twice … Santa Claus is coming to town”
My mother absolutely adored Santa Claus, and of course so do I. The idea of this gift – giving – jolly – man – in – red is to me an endearing reminder of my own childhood innocence. Children just “believe” and see no need to ask questions about his validity. Their innocence allows them to dream and imagine without limits, and so they believe in Santa and all his magical abilities to go about delivering toys to all the good girls and boys…
My parents went to extraordinary lengths to make Christmas special. So it is here in our home that Santa comes, eats the cookies, make a mess (with snowy boots), and often times can be heard rustling around on the roof. Here is a picture of me on my first Christmas sitting with my brother and cousins… and Santa. I remember that little plastic Mr. Claus well; he lit up with a light bulb – I really need to find one of those!
Eggnog was a special treat for my brother and I that came once a year at Christmas. Of course ours wasn’t spiked, at least I don’t think it was, or was it? I’m not so sure after seeing this picture of my mom in her morning housecoat carving a turkey with a drink on the table. She will not admit this is hard liquor, but by the looks of it… you tell me. I am still trying to identify this bottle. If you know what that bottle is, send me a message. I am beginning to think that the “perfect housewife” had a secret – BOOZE! Like I said, I’m like my mom in more ways than one…
This is a classic eggnog recipe that I adapted from Safest Choice Eggs. Nowadays people are hesitant to eat raw eggs, so using Safest Choice pasteurized eggs is a great alternative. I added apple brandy (Calvados), it gave it a smooth fruity finish. Next week I will be participating in the “12 Days of Eggnog” with a brandied eggnog French toast with brown sugar apples and tart cherries.
Apple Brandy Eggnog
2 Safest Choice™ pasteurized egg(s), separated
1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
1 qt (4 cups) heavy cream
2 cups whole milk
1 cup Calvados (apple brandy)
2 Tbsp vanilla extract (optional)
Ground nutmeg or cinnamon to taste
- Place egg yolks in large bowl. Beat with electric mixer until combined.
- Gradually add sugar, beating until mixture is thick and pale yellow.
- Stir in cream and milk, then brandy and vanilla, if desired.
- Cover and refrigerate until chilled or as long as overnight. Just before serving, beat room temperature egg whites with electric mixer until soft peaks form.
- Stir egg yolk mixture. Then gently fold in beaten egg whites. Pour eggnog into punch bowl. Sprinkle with nutmeg.