I’m not gonna lie to you: you can tell it’s soy. It isn’t a perfect masking of flavors, but then what can you do? I bought this because eggnog is a trigger food for me, and by that I mean that on Thursday I brought a quart of eggnog into the house and six hours later it was gone. I couldn’t stop, which was fine because I didn’t want to stop, because I WAS IN EGGNOG HEAVEN, oh the transcendent bliss, the divine mystical nectar of the holiday season, forever you are mine, forever we shall be together, and the rest of you can have my eggnog when you rip it from my cold dead nutmeg-scented hand.
But.
Then it was gone.
A whole quart. Gone.
And I didn’t feel very well.
The next morning I woke up with this weird coating on my tongue, and I was sick all day. Headaches, stomach aches, one after the other. Dizzy spells. Two nights before that I’d watched Forks Over Knives, which is all about how going vegan will save us, and right then, in my coated-tongue dairy-filled haze, I can tell you that I wanted to be saved.
Enter the soy nog. It’s just enough eggnog-iness to sate that addicted beast within, but not so much that I can’t put the carton down.
Oh and yes, that’s Stratego in the background.



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