2005-11-02 || 6:52 p.m.

|| nog ||

commence the eating of soup (four days running) and grumpy michael getting home from work to languish on the couch, enslumbered or non. while at the p.p. this evening to stock up on the key ingredients for cornbread (to accompany said soup), i bought egg nog on a lark. (other purchases include two (2) unlucky lottery tickets: one for me, one for the grump. mine took a full five minutes to decipher its unluckiness!)
but i digress.
on the purchase of the egg nog:
1. i do not like milk.
2. i do not like eggs.
3. somehow, when mixed together just so, when graced with holiday seasonings, i approve.
4. i can only drink one tablespoon at a time.
5. when i drink it i must slurp most heartily in honor of my nog-loving father, who is certain one must aerate the nog to enjoy its full-bodied grandeur.
5a. pop has a beard and moustache, and when he engages in nog imbibing it is not a pretty sight.
5b. my mother clearly does not understand the delicate requirements for proper nog enjoyment, and has threatened to divorce my father on grounds of conspicuous slurping.
6. i miss my father terribly.
7. i am throwing my heart into the season, gastronomically.

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