Have any of you watched the "Witches of Eastwick"? Well, they showed a pie eating contest and the winner blew cherries all over the crowd. I had twin cousins, Brian and Dennis, and every XMas Grama put out a bowl of eggnog that no one ever drank except this one XMas when the twins, who should always have been carefully monitored, drank all the eggnog. It was mayhem. They blew eggnog all over Gramas fine antiques. It was really funny when I was 10, but now? I never serve eggnog.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an alternative browser.
You should upgrade or use an alternative browser.
Egg Nog. This is an Egg Nog Story:
- Thread starter clofthwld
- Start date
This is not good, nor is it food related exactly, but you asked for it:
My Fruitcake Story:
It's really not all that funny. My aunt Marcella was unusual.
She smoked non-filtered cigarettes and always had tobacco
stuck on her lips. She was rather heavy and quite unattractive,
and she always wore long, old lady dresses and those icky old lady
shoes that tie up over really thick nylons. The only time I ever saw
her was Christmas. She would sit in a comfy chair with her hands behind
her back and a cig hanging out of her mouth and never say a word.
Her back-story is that she was quite wealthy and had a suitor that
she fell in love with. He took all her money and left her penniless.
My brother had no compassion for anyone and always made fun of
Marcella because all she ever made were fruitcakes and no one ever ate
them because they were hard as rocks, but we used to take them home and use them in sorta
"fruitball fights". (Somewhat akin to snowball fights.) We'd wet them down, form them into balls
and attack.
My Fruitcake Story:
It's really not all that funny. My aunt Marcella was unusual.
She smoked non-filtered cigarettes and always had tobacco
stuck on her lips. She was rather heavy and quite unattractive,
and she always wore long, old lady dresses and those icky old lady
shoes that tie up over really thick nylons. The only time I ever saw
her was Christmas. She would sit in a comfy chair with her hands behind
her back and a cig hanging out of her mouth and never say a word.
Her back-story is that she was quite wealthy and had a suitor that
she fell in love with. He took all her money and left her penniless.
My brother had no compassion for anyone and always made fun of
Marcella because all she ever made were fruitcakes and no one ever ate
them because they were hard as rocks, but we used to take them home and use them in sorta
"fruitball fights". (Somewhat akin to snowball fights.) We'd wet them down, form them into balls
and attack.