Aris Whittier: ~Egg Nog~

My name is Aris. Aris is pronounced (heiress) and I'm not sure what the meaning is. Several years ago, when I was asked what my name meant, I replied that Aris was a Greek Sexx Goddess (what can I say I'm a romance writer). Unfortunately, my husband happened to be near, he looked over at me, rolled his eyes, and said very loudly "I wish". I've moved on to another story, which happens to be true. I was born in the seventies to a pair of hippies, real hippies. Having said that, I think I got off lucky with the name Aris. It could have been much worse, Fruit Stand or something like that. So, Aris it is.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

~Egg Nog~

Whoo-Hoo I just found Egg Nog at my local store! I’d been looping around the milk section for over a week—fingers crossed that I would see the elusive display that is mysteriously created only a few weeks out of the year. By the way, who decides when Egg Nog season actually ends and begins? I’d really like to have a word with that person.

Honestly, I have no idea why this is the BEST STUFF EVER. I can't even really describe how it tastes. But I love it because it reminds me of Thanksgiving, Christmas and winter.

About 4 years ago the Egg Nog Gods led me to the most sinful form of Egg Nog—frozen and nicely “sandwiched” between two delicious chocolate biscuits. They are called Fat Boy Egg Nog Ice Cream Sandwich, and if you haven’t tried them you simply must. The Egg Nog in this is so creamy, and, um, nutmeg-y...you’ll just love it.