Martha’s eggnog

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File this on under “public service announcement”.

From: Patrick
Subject: Martha’s eggnog
She might be the definition of the word douche, but the lady is boozer.
Happy holidays.

12 eggs, separated
1 1/2 cups superfine sugar
1 quart whole milk
1 1/2 quarts heavy cream
3 cups bourbon
1/2 cup dark rum
2 cups cognac
freshly grated nutmeg

In a very large bowl, beat egg yolks until thick and pale yellow. Gradually add sugar to yolks. With a wire whisk, beat in milk and 1 quart cream. Add bourbon, rum, and cognac, stirring constantly. Just before serving, beat egg whites until stiff. Fold into mixture. Whip remaining 1/2 quart heavy cream until stiff, and fold into mixture, Sprinkle with nutmeg.

I don’t believe I’ve ever had eggnog. At least I’ve not had it quite like that. A dozen eggs yolks and 44 shots of booze?

Who knows, could be good.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

5 Replies to “Martha’s eggnog”

  1. Git crunk wit it.

    Git loose wit it.

    It could be fun.
    I’m gonna go ahead and call /r34/ on eggnog.

  2. Use Knob Creek and its EggKnob…. Yummm.

    Someone sent me a clip of her making mojito’s one time. The person she was with was running her through it and recommended about 2 shots worth of rum. As soon as he turned away she just put the bottle over the glass and let it rip. I can’t stand her, but she can make a mean drink….

  3. Ummmm…. why not just go for the fuckin’ booze and forgo the henfruit and moo juice? If you’re gonna get fucked up, get fucked up honestly. If you want pancakes, make pancakes, and never should the two meet.