I drank my first Tom and Jerry yesterday -- well, my first since I sipped my grandma's about 25 years ago -- and I am a believer. I am not sure why I haven't had one before, considering I am a big fan of egg nog, brandy and rum. It's hot, sweet and potent -- the perfect combo to dull the drone of yammering relatives and hookey holiday ditties.
My smitten-ness with this classic holiday cocktail drove me to Wikipedia, where I learned a sports writer named Pierce Egan coined the phrase in a book around 1820. To Egan, "Tom and Jerry" means fighting, drinking and causing trouble. I don't know about you, but that's what I like to toast at Christmastime.
Here's a basic recipe for the Tom and Jerry:
1/2 oz. simple syrup or 1 tsp powdered sugar
1 oz. dark rum
1 oz. Cognac or brandy
hot milk or hot water
grated nutmeg for garnish
Separate the egg white from the egg yolk and beat them separately.
Fold the beaten eggs together and place into an Irish coffee glass -- or any mug.
Add the sugar or simple syrup, dark rum and brandy.
Hopefully you haven't noticed, but many Milwaukeeans have been plagued with stomach flu lately. In my world, there are a few different strains of this nasty nasty, and none of them are pleasurable.
My family got the bug last week. Thankfully, we got it one right after the other, which dragged it out, but never struck down two people at once. It has been days since anyone hugged porcelain, but we're still struggling with sour stomachs and an abnormal lack of interest in food.
This is truly a bummer with the big turkey feast scheduled for tomorrow. Hopefully, we'll miraculously feel ravenous in 24 hours -- after days of cracker nibbling -- but if not, save me a leg or two, would ya?
My boys begged me for the new "Tinkerbell" movie, and I was a bit surprised since lately they have started identifying things as "for girls" and "for boys."
I did, eventually, buy them the film, and I admit, I didn't watch any of it.
My friend, however, said she didn't want her daughters to see this Disney movie because Tinkerbell looked like a "skank modeled after Pamela Anderson."
After she said this, I checked the cover of the film, and, indeed, Tink is a tad busty. But a skank? I don't know about that.
Maybe it's because I have boys and I don't spend a lot of time worrying about body image stuff like the mothers of daughters have to, but when I look at Tinkerbell, I mostly see a harmless nymph ... with a spritely set of knockers. Huh.
I love the December holidays, but call me "Scrooge" when it comes to holiday music. I don't mind it playing in the background at shops -- it does invoke holiday spirit -- but I would never, ever listen to it on the radio or pop in a Christmas CD at home.
The James Brown "Funky Christmas" is OK, and I do like Vince Guaraldi's tunes in "A Charlie Brown Christmas," but otherwise, I'm left with an empty stocking over here.
It's possible I'm simply not aware of the really good stuff. Is there such a thing? Are there holiday CDs that you adore and think I might, too? As a Jesus-lovin' half-Jew with Buddhist and Pagan undertones, I'm open to pretty much anything.