For as long as I can remember, on the day after Thanksgiving, my father would buy the first quart of egg nog of the season. I always looked forward to it. As an adult, I've followed this tradition.
This year, for some reason, I didn't buy my egg nog until this past Sunday. After I put my groceries away I sat down with my long-awaited glass of egg nog. As I took my first sip I let it linger in my mouth so I could savor the flavor.
I don't know why, but it was different from other years. I can't quite describe the difference, but there is one and not a good one. It didn't seem quite as creamy and thick. It is a different brand, but I didn't think that would make such a difference.
Hopefully, that's the problem. I'd hate to think I've lost my taste for egg nog. It's part of my tradition.