When I moved with my family to America as a child we really enjoyed discovering all these new American traditions. One that my Dad and I came across, around Christmas time, was a drink called eggnog. It was sold in a carton in the grocery store and we thought we would give it a try, it seemed weird but so many people seemed to like it. We were the only two in our family that absolutely loved it. I think it grossed my mom and sister out that it was made out of raw eggs. This delicious drink became part of our Christmas tradition and we drank it every Christmas Eve. When we moved back to South Africa eggnog was not sold in our stores so we had to make our own.
Somehow over the years this drink became alcoholic and a great competition between my Dad and I to see who could make the best ‘nog’. Everyone joined in the taste testing and judging the winner. It was a lot of fun for us.
After my Dad passed away this tradition became even more special. It’s never really the same, but I suppose that’s ok. Everyone still loves it and looks forward to their glass. The past few years that I’ve carried on the tradition I always make too little, this year as well. I only realized that I still make the same amount I used to make when I would compete with my Dad. I guess I still think that there will be his batch to drink as well, so funny how he still feels so present when I’m whipping up this special drink. Traditions are such a great way to keep memories alive. Next year I’ll make double.