{"id":6444,"date":"2010-12-23T05:15:15","date_gmt":"2010-12-23T11:15:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mrsellars.com\/mrblog\/?p=6444"},"modified":"2010-12-22T18:45:30","modified_gmt":"2010-12-23T00:45:30","slug":"brainpan-re-leak-noggin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/?p=6444","title":{"rendered":"BRAINPAN RE-LEAK: Noggin&#8217;&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The following blog entry originally ran December 2008&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><strong>NOGGIN&#8217;&#8230;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">No, not your head. And, noooooo, not that satellite\/cable TV network for kids either\u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Nog\u2026 Milk, Egg Yolks, Sugar, Vanilla, and some Nutmeg. <em>Egg<\/em> Nog. The elixir of the holidays. The \u201cdairy that marries\u201d so well with  good Kentucky\/Tennessee Bourbon. The very reason for making it to and  through the <strong>bah-humbug<\/strong> season of the year.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Know what I\u2019m talking about now? Yeah, thought so.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I\u2019ve spoken highly of nog before. In fact, I suspect  I\u2019ve even posted a Nog Blog in the past, I\u2019m sure. But, I\u2019m old and I  have CRS* so I don\u2019t always remember. Anyway, as you may recall, the  appearance of nog in the refrigerated section of the supermarket is how I  know it is time to \u201cbe of good cheer\u201d. And, as stated above, it is the  reason I <strong><em>am<\/em><\/strong> of good cheer during the \u201choller days\u201d. (Well, it and the bourbon\u2026A whole lotta bourbon\u2026)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">There I go digressing again\u2026 It\u2019s the bourbon  talking, I\u2019m sure of that. Maybe i should have some more\u2026 Anywho,  obviously I am now in possession of sour mash-laced, sweetened and  thickened dairy products of the supermarket ilk (because I simply don\u2019t  have enough hours in the day to make boiled custard \u2013 as we call it back  where I come from. I\u2019m sure I have\u00a0regaled you with stories of watching  my mom, my grandmother, and\/or my grandfather Elvis standing at the  stove, carefully\u00a0and constantly stirring a pot of the concoction. If I  haven\u2019t, then perhaps I need to get nostalgic and post a <em>Double Nog\u00a0Blog<\/em> this year.\u00a0So, anyway, I am also in possession of the supermarket style  nog because my gut\u00a0 doesn\u2019t require any more than I obtain from the  store\u2026you see, if I made it myself I\u2019d make a lot\u2026 I mean A LOT! My gut  is big enough as it is.)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">So, as I sit here working in my office \u2013 well, at my  dining room table actually\u00a0since I felt like a change of venue today \u2013 I  am having a bourboned up nog and watching my squirrels beat on the  picture window because they are out of animal crackers (seriously\u2026 I  just put corn out today and no animal crackers, so the little tree rats  are pitching a fit\u2026 I should really take pictures.) But, back to the  nog\u2026 As I sit here having my nog I am reminded of a story. If I\u2019ve told  it before, just throw me a bone \u2013 read it again and pretend like you\u2019ve  never heard it before\u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Many, many, maaaaannnnnnyyy years ago, when I was but  a wee author (I used crayons for my stories)\u2026 seriously, I was like 7  or 8\u2026 we (my sister and I) had this babysitter. Hannah. I wonder  whatever happened to Hannah. I had a major \u201c8 year old\u201d crush on her\u2026  and, what with her being an older woman\u2026 ya\u2019know, like 15 and all\u2026 Well,  either way, I digress yet again\u2026 Bourbon, nostalgia, and hormones\u2026  weird combination\u00a0\ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">So, back to the \u201cstory\u201d\u2026 You see, we had some nog in  the fridge because it was around the holidays. Mom had told Hannah that  she was welcome to have nog, and that so could my sister and I. And, we  did\u2026 In fact, we drank\u00a0better than a half gallon between the three of us  as I recall.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">When my parents came home that afternoon, instead of  finding two kids bouncing off the walls and a frazzled babysitter, they  found two sleeping kids and a snoozing babysitter.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">You see, my mom had mixed up the labeling on the  containers. It seems that we had, without our knowledge or any malice  aforethought, consumed the bourbon laced nog instead of the \u201cfamily  friendly nog\u201d.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">All we knew is that it tasted a bit different, but it  still tasted really good\u2026 And, of course, it made us feel all warm and  tingly. Back then, we attributed it to holiday cheer.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Now that I am older, I understand that holiday cheer  comes in a bottle. Now, excuse me while I head back to the kitchen for a  refill.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">More to come\u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Murv<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">* <strong>C<\/strong>an\u2019t <strong>R<\/strong>emember <strong>S<\/strong>hit syndrome<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">(Oh, and yeah, I stole your footnote idea there, Anastasia ;p )<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Holiday Nog&#8230; A Brainpan Leakage classic&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,105],"tags":[64,1503,297,992,3406,3402,68,3405,1751,2105,51,3404,939,8191,3401,3400,3403,1880,1997,8122],"class_list":["post-6444","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","category-nostalgia-life","tag-bah-humbug","tag-beat","tag-change","tag-crackers","tag-crs","tag-double-nog-blog","tag-egg-nog","tag-egg-yolks","tag-fridge","tag-holiday","tag-holidays","tag-kentucky-tennessee-bourbon","tag-kids","tag-kitchen","tag-nog-blog","tag-nog-milk","tag-remember-shit","tag-store","tag-story","tag-tv"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6444","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6444"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6444\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6444"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6444"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.brainpanleakage.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6444"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}