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New York City meets Munich

Seasonal Adjustments

January 17th, 2012 · No Comments · Cooking, Family, Germany

The Christmas season in Munich was lovely. Compared to the madness and mobs of New York City, it was quaint by comparison. Of course, people here think they have to deal with holiday crowds, so I guess it’s all relative. Give me a few years here and I’m sure I’ll start complaining when I have to share a table to enjoy my gl├╝hwein at the Christkindlmarkt. There is a little less emphasis on shopping and much more on spending time with family and friends, and many more opportunities to do so, which suits me just fine.

The one thing that I found myself missing though: Starbucks’ eggnog latte.

Tasty eggnog latte!There are Starbucks here, of course, which I never go to now. It’s hard to justify the expense when excellent coffee drinks are available everywhere for less money. But for my eggnog latte, I would easily make an exception. But they simply don’t offer the eggnog latte here, for the simple reason that there is no eggnog to be had. Anywhere.

In the U.S., you can pick up cartons of the stuff during December at every grocery store. Outside of the eggnog lattes, I’d drink eggnog with dark rum during our own holiday parties. Here in Germany I was out of luck on all counts.

With no other option, it was time to make my own. I wanted a cooked egg nog recipe, so that it could keep a little while, since I might just be the only one drinking it. Once again, the folks at Cook’s Illustrated came through with a fine recipe.

I did a half a batch as a test, and shared it with my mother-in-law. It was a hit. I then made a full batch for the next holiday gathering, making almost two liters. Nothing was left over.

I made one final batch near the end of the holiday, and saved a liter specifically to try making eggnog lattes with it. They tasted even better than the Starbucks ones. Maybe it just seemed that way because I got to drink it surrounded by family and friends instead of sitting alone in my office at work. Or maybe it was just the dark rum.

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