I made a sort of Christmasy bread pudding recipe. It's delicious. I like it very much.
It doesn't return my affections.
4 cups of eggnog and six eggs. "What was I thinking?" I ask the ceiling, with dramatic arm gestures I learned for a high school production of Fiddler On The Roof. (See? No learning is ever a waste.)
I don't handle dairy well. There's some story I heard--I may not have the details right--that mom had to get the corner drugstore to order in cans of goat's milk for me (as an infant? as a child?) because I was allergic to...milk?...formula that had a dairy base?...I don't know. I then drank cow's milk daily for 30-some years and had record numbers of ear infections almost constantly until some stranger at the Hampden Co-Op said "I wonder if you're allergy to dairy."
I stopped drinking cow's milk and have not had an ear infection since.
I can handle a certain amount of cheese without having to run for the nearest restroom, but cow's milk is out. Eggs are iffy. Ice cream is very iffy. This problem with dairy is one of the reasons I needed to give up making coffee at home--besides that I couldn't afford both it and dog food. I can't drink coffee without half and half.
So what was I thinking sloshing a quart of Kemp's eggnog into a bowl and six eggs! (Remember the dramatic arm gestures here.)
It's going to be a long evening.