Almost nothing elicits stronger opinions than eggnog, with views ranging from “gross” to “like angels roller-skating on my tongue.” (The first quote is from a friend. The second quote is all my own, just so you know where I stand on the subject.)
Like many treats enjoyed around the holidays, eggnog is a centuries-old invention. It likely originated with posset, a hot drink of milk mixed with ale and spices thought to relieve symptoms of the common cold. By the 13th century, monks, those progenitors of many delicious culinary creations, were drinking posset with eggs and figs. In the 1700s, the English drink crossed to Colonial America and rum was added to the mix. George Washington was famously fond of nog, and created his own recipe, featuring a quart of cream, a quart of milk, an unspecified quantity of eggs (though likely a dozen) and a whopping 2¼ pints of rum, brandy, whiskey and sherry.
There are also eggnog-type beverages in other cultures, like Mexican rompope (with ground almonds or other nuts) and Puerto Rican coquito (with coconut milk). Although rum is featured in many classic eggnog recipes, other spirits such as cognac, sherry, bourbon, whiskey or amaretto work just as well. Eggnog is an easygoing, add-your-favorite-tipple kind of drink.
I’ve drunk gallons of eggnog in my life, but I’ve only had homemade eggnog once, at a Christmas party in the early ’90s. The hostess was well-known for her talents in the kitchen and her legendary spiked nog did not disappoint. It occupied pride of place on the table, a frothy, nutmeg-sprinkled lake next to a mountain of chocolate rumballs. I poured many ladles of the concoction into my cup over the course of the evening and felt very merry indeed.