Eggnog

Eggnog

For many, it is the most hated of all nogs, but for those who are like me, it is as much a part of the holiday as carols, presents, and heavy-handed television specials. I can’t remember the first time I tried it, it’s been a part of my holiday tradition since as far back as I can remember. Every year of my childhood a carton of the stuff would unceremoniously appear in the fridge and we would drink it after dinner with cookies and dessert. As an adult I’ve carried on the tradition, though now I make my own as opposed to buying it in the store.

Eggnog is centuries old and, like mulled wine, there are innumerable variations. Some served hot, others cold, some with whiskey, others with rum, or brandy, or sherry. In recent years, with the threat of salmonella, more recipes call for the eggs to be tempered with hot milk or cream, though older recipes would have you make it with raw egg.

Several years ago I stumbled across a blog supposedly recounting a recipe that had originated from Charles Dickens. I don’t know if the story is true, nor do I really care, the recipe was simple enough so I decided to try it for myself. Being an older variation, this one of course called for raw egg. It wasn’t exactly the same as the store-bought stuff I had grown up drinking, but it was close and I liked that it was homemade. For years this was the way I served it to guests during the holidays.

During my last big holiday party in Missouri, the year before I moved to Chicago, I made a pitcher of eggnog, expecting I would be the only one drinking it, which is often the case. To my surprise the guests loved it and before I knew it the pitcher was empty. I offered to make another batch and everyone agreed that they would love to have more, until they saw me making it. Once everyone knew I had been making it with raw eggs, they were horrified. After I had finished making the second pitcher, no one would touch it.

This year, I decided to make it again, but I wanted to see how it changed from heating it on the stovetop to using raw egg. To my surprise, I found I enjoyed the texture of the eggnog that had been tempered and allowed to chill more than the raw egg variety I had made in the past.

I also tried it with a variety of liquors including brandy, rum, whiskey, and Malört. The recipe I always used called for whiskey, but I preferred it with rum more than any other alcohol. I think it tasted closer to what I recall from my childhood with whiskey, but the rum gave it a smoother flavor.

Like most things during the holidays, a big part of why I make eggnog is to share it with others. If the concern over salmonella is going to get in the way of people enjoying it, I think I’m going to have to temper the eggs with heated milk and cream moving forward. The next time someone is disgusted with my eggnog I want it to be because I didn’t tell them I put Malört in it, not because they’re worried about getting sick.

Christkindlmarket Chicago mulled wine glühwein

Mulled Wine

In general, I’m not a fan of adding things to wine. Wine, for me, is an art object, I want to experience it was it was intended and contemplate it without distraction. The addition of orange juice, fruit, sugar, spices, or whatever doesn’t really fit my concept of what wine is and should be. Even so, I recognize it’s a popular practice, whether it’s brunch with mom, summers around the grill, or holidays with friends, people like drinking adulterated wine. Never was this more apparent to me than on my first trip to the Christkindlmarket.

Christkindlmarket Chicago

This is my third Christmas in the city and, while I’ve heard people talk about going to Christkindlmarket, I’d never really paid much attention to it. In the age of internet shopping, I didn’t really see the appeal of an outdoor winter shopping festival… until I found out they were serving traditional mulled wine, glühwein, and German street food. I was in.

I walked to the market from Merchandise Mart one day after work. The forecast was calling for rain, so it seemed I was only going to have a short window, but I also knew that probably meant it would be less crowded. I wasn’t disappointed.

Christkindlmarket Chicago mulled wine glühwein

Within five minutes of arriving I had a mug of mulled wine and was laughing with strangers as I shoved leberkäse in my face. The atmosphere of the place was infectious, you couldn’t help but be happy. It was obvious why everyone had spoken so well of it and I felt a little foolish for not taking the opportunity to visit sooner. If Christmas was a place it wouldn’t be the North Pole, it would be here.

Now, one of the big problems at work is that we always have open bottles of wine and with so many private parties requesting specific bottles this time of year, we just can’t seem to go through the stuff fast enough. Inspired by my experience at Christkindl, I decided to convert some of the wine that was on the verge of spoiling into mulled wine. Pouring it all into one big pot, I let it simmer with some allspice, clove, nutmeg, cinnamon sticks, sugar, and orange slices. It took some tweaking, a little more of this to offset that and so on, but in the end it all came together and I finally understood the utility of being able to alter a wine like this. If you have a luckluster wine or one on the verge of going bad, mulling is a great way to breathe some life back into it.

cinnamon stick

While this is all new to me, for those who grew up around wine the idea of mulling is more rooted in tradition and nostalgia. It’s part of the holidays, something to look forward to. After trying it, I can see why, that warm spicy sensation is like a hug from a distant relative, except that it gets you drunk, and nearly every European country has some variation of this in their culture.

For those of you who, like me, are reluctant to alter a bottle of perfectly good wine, there’s hope, you can buy glühwein by the bottle. I was skeptical of this at first, but I had it on good authority that it was legit. After buying a bottle and trying it for myself, I have to agree, I’m not sure I could tell you the difference between what I bought at the market, what I made at work, and the stuff out of the bottle.

Christkindlmarket Chicago mulled wine glühwein

No matter how you find it, glühwein is worth seeking out.