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Remember back at the tipping point between winter and spring, maybe late March or early April, when you decided for the first time that it felt right to go out in short sleeves and a light jacket or that thin cotton crew neck shirt that you’ve had for years and barely serves as a border anymore between your torso and the outside world? The sun finally, for the first time in months, felt warm on whatever skin you decided to leave exposed and though a hearty breeze occasionally made you question your decision, you knew by mid-afternoon that spring was finally here for real this time.
What, you might wonder, is the opposite of this sensation? What can guide you from the cool, crisp embrace of autumn into the harsh grip of winter but still make you feel just as good, just as happy that the seasons are changing even if the season you’re entering threatens to bury you in snow then douse you with its melted, puddled remnants as cars emerge in the warmer but still not warm days after those bitter nor’easters.
The only thing that could possibly feel as good is a stiff sip of good old-fashioned egg nog. And this past Saturday, on Halloween of all days, I had my first glass.
My nog of choice is Hood Light, which cuts a bit of the thickness from what I find to be its overbearing Golden brother while still providing a solid coating of the mouth and throat. I also have two egg nog-specific glasses: one for use at my place and one back at my parents (which you will meet later). The one I used on Saturday, at home base, is what you call the fancier of the two: a product of Crate & Barrel, it leaves little doubt for what season egg nog was made. The first glass of the year should be a relatively small one: no need to overindulge or, Heaven forbid, make ill on the maiden voyage. There will be time for that later.
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posted by ianfitzgerald
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