A Nod To The Nog ...

I try to stay away from the controversial here on the blog

so no politics, religion or the freakin Kardashians

but today I am veering into slightly risky territory

and discussing that most divisive of seasonal beverages

Egg Nog ...or The Nog as it is affectionately named around here 

and I know just the sight of it will have some of you rolling eyes and gagging slightly

while others will be licking lips and thinking nutmeg scented thoughts at the sight of it

I just hope you don't judge me too harshly for tipping my hat to the dreaded stuff

Don't worry that I have gone all Martha Stewart on you

and been in the kitchen whipping up jugs of the stuff

not on your Nelly ... oh no  we aren't talking lovely home made here people

we are talking the store bought , out of a carton, has the slight whiff of plastic about it stuff

and in the past I have never been a huge fan, not a hater but more of a take it or leave it deal

maybe one or two laced with some brandy over the course of Christmas and I am set

which is a good thing as I am quite the light weight when it comes to alcohol

does Glug, Glug, Woohoo ring a bell with some of you...

anyway this year it has all changed and I am in love with the bloody stuff

for some reason when all else is impossible to face to eat or drink

and my stomach is doing those delightful chemo somersaults that I loathe so much

the nog sorts it... just one little glass cold out of the fridge

and I am sighing like I have been sipping the nectar of the gods

and just to clarify in case you are thinking I am in permanent glug glug woohoo territory

we are talking unadulterated, virgin nog here

just thought I should clear that up in case you had visions of a lop sided, bald woman singing bad 80's pop tunes at 1 pm in the afternoon

Even better is the combination of the nog with this little gem

it is a Zoku slushy maker and it is crazy marvelous

so in the heat of our Summer days and when the flush of chemo hits I just fill her up with nog

and presto I have a nog slushy... well as long as you don't sneak icy sips

and give it time to actually slushify... which is a great new word right

it is truly a wondrous thing

So I have crossed the divide and it is nog all the way through to Christmas baby

I am trying to not think about what will happen when the season passes

and it disappears from the shelves

I will be nog less ... which isn't going to be pretty

or may force me to actually make the stuff from scratch.... or to play the cancer card and make Phantom be the dutiful daughter and make it for me

either way I think this might be just the thing to see me through to the end of chemo

weird I know

but better than the 10 weeks of not being able to stomach chocolate

that was just cruel

So as you read this I will probably be lying around

and scooping my slushy nog with a smile on my face

or maybe at my desk contemplating just what happened to this Cuppa with Friends piece

which was a fab mug emailed in from Lori 

It just didn't quite work the way I wanted it to

it might have to be revisited when I am not on such a sugar high from all the nog 

and when I don't have a brain freeze from the said stuff being slushified

or whatever other lame excuse I can come up with

So I leave you with my nod to the nog

and wish you all a great week...xx

Mug for the Cuppa With Friends Project from Lori over at The Paisley Turtle