Mrs.Anteater
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Bringing eggnogg made by our local cheese and milk factory. Its the only eggnog I feel worth drinking. Perfectly rich, sweet and with just the right amount of nutmeg.
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My friend used to make a killer nog for his family's Christmas Eve parties. Spiked it a bit, IIRC, but maybe the rum was on the side.Bringing eggnogg made by our local cheese and milk factory. Its the only eggnog I feel worth drinking. Perfectly rich, sweet and with just the right amount of nutmeg.

I love eggnog. The stuff made by the local dairy here has always been my favourite.Bringing eggnogg made by our local cheese and milk factory. Its the only eggnog I feel worth drinking. Perfectly rich, sweet and with just the right amount of nutmeg.
Sorry to hear that. At least you rescheduled.Well, the weather has disrupted my little Christmas plans. My sister is almost an hour north of me, on Georgian Bay. We were to have made a joint Xmas dinner tomorrow at her place. A possibility of 6" of snow, possibly a bit more up there, makes travelling tomorrow seem unwise. We've rescheduled for Sunday.
Sorry to hear that your husband is depressed, Nancy. I'm glad you had a little bit of joy in your day!Joy and memories. Grateful for what is in our lives, but mindful of the losses. Hugs to all who are feeling some version of pain over this season. I sang in our Christmas Eve service, and watched it on Facebook when I got home. We did okay. But the feeling of singing with a group that is like family to me is a real Christmas present to me. My husband seems to be suffering a bit of a depression, and nothing I do or say seems to help. So, this little bit of outside-the-house joy is just what the doctor ordered.
I was grateful to have had Blue Christmas services to attend in the past, for the similar reasons.My uncle, Mom's younger brother, died on Christmas Eve while we were at his place (we usually got together with his family after church on Christmas Eve since we had dinner with Dad's family on Christmas Day). Definitely made for a rough Christmas that year. Hit our church pretty hard, too. He hadn't been a churchgoer when he was single and living with us, but after he got married he joined and became treasurer (his day job was bookkeeping). Death and grief are definitely not compatible with Christmas.
sounds like a delightful meal, Bette