I drank a good bit of eggnog last night. Not as much as I wanted to, but a good bit.
My hope had been to drink a whole quart. I was recording an interview about the 1970 NIT (details forthcoming), they’d told me to get drunk while I did it, and I wanted to challenge my digestive tract in addition to getting buzzed. Unfortunately, when I found the eggnog shelf at HEB at 6:30 before the 7:00 interview, there was only a pint left. You win some, you lose some. I took the pint. I started mixing it with some bourbon whiskey we had on the bar cart. I got sloshed.
I could set this up as a list of the things I learned, but it was really just two, because the third—that it’s hard to tell how much you’re drinking if you’re just continuously adding whiskey or eggnog to your glass every few minutes—is kind of a universal truth. If you don’t measure how much you’re drinking, you don’t know how much you’re drinking. With that acknowledged, the two things:
Eggnog Isn’t That Filling
I’d left a lot of space in my belly—I ate a salad for supper, after a small lunch—and I wish I’d left less. I was famished when I came out of there. Ate almost a whole bag of potato chips and still went to bed a little hungry. I weigh myself every morning (#SoupStreak), and I somehow lost a pound and a half over the course of yesterday and last night despite drinking a pint of eggnog and I don’t know how much whiskey, and then eating nearly an entire bag of potato chips. Mind-blowing, and while on the one hand, this is a great endorsement of drinking more eggnog for pleasure, it blows my plan of solving world hunger by upping eggnog production and referring to it as a foodstuff.
Eggnog and Whiskey Don’t Mix Very Naturally
I wasn’t stirring, and this isn’t a complaint, but I did kind of expect the two to mix into one drink. Instead, the whiskey often sat on top of the eggnog, like custard on top of prune whip (don’t hate, it was a favorite dessert growing up). It wasn’t a firm divide, but there was always some separation happening. Big separation drink.
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Not much else to report. The quart ambitions remain, but I guess I’ll have to wait another year. I suppose that was a learning—that HEB was out of eggnog this early in the season. Stock up before Christmas Eve next time. Or make your own. That’s always fun.
