It Just Needs Some Salt

The most popular weekend in food culture was fantastic in terms of Thursday evening itself. However, I tried some other concoctions that just didn't quite work out as well. First there was the eggnog.
1. I don't know what induced me to purchase this stuff. I consider it every Christmas, but haven't had it in a long time. My only recollection was that it tasted bad, but the reason why no longer remained. SO I took it home, and had a sip. Yuck. Another sip... no, the nog was still terrible. Basically, it tasted like bubblegum. NO LIE. Cinnamon did not help. I think I had expected it to taste like a spicy vanilla milkshake. (It did not.) The abandoned mini jug sat in our fridge all weekend until I dumped the contents down the drain. NO GOOD.

2. The presence of whipped cream always makes me want hot chocolate, mochas, ice cream, or pie. Having already eaten pie, I turned to hot chocolate. We had bitter baking cocoa, so I poured it in a pot with sugar and spice, then added the last of the milk. The drink was excellent, but I overestimated the amount of milk we had. Thus, when I poured the hot chocolate in a cup, this is all I came up with: NO GOOD. There is nowhere near a full cup here.

3. Mum picked up a box of brownie mix, and like a good daughter, I added eggs and water, and put it in the oven. That's odd, I thought. There is no heat in this oven. Realizing the pilot light had gone out, I tried to relight it: a terrible idea. I lit a twig on fire and waved it around the bottom of the oven for awhile. Fearing for my yet-unburned hands and face, I bothered the parental unit about the situation. Dad rummaged around for a bit and determined that the igniter and the gas will not function in the bottom half of our stove. The unit on top, however, works excellently. Thus, I broiled the brownies. But... it didn't really work. While scalding the top of the batter, without baking the bottom of the dish, the brownies came out like this: soup. NO GOOD. (But very delish. Think brownie pudding.)