This is not a complaint about getting older, nor is it going to wax poetic about days gone by. No no... this is the acknowledgment of myself as a homeowner and the big changes an adult couch makes.
The first couch I ever bought myself was purchased way back in 2006 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It was purchased at IKEA - if you're surprised, then you clearly don't know me. Despite having to wheel it through the checkout by myself, I was able to get it back to my apartment and have enjoyed it ever since.
All that said, it doesn't seat more than three people, MAYBE four if we all know each other well. Plus, the dark grey cover coupled with the overall country-esque style just doesn't make me feel like a true adult in my own living room anymore. Honestly it's just not working for me, ya know?
So Cori and I went back to my place of worship - IKEA. We selected a 4-seater, modern, light stone colored monstrosity. Several weeks later it gets delivered and we assemble it. You know how some people (myself included) refer to building IKEA furniture as a true test of a relationship? Well, this might actually have been the first time Cori and I didn't need a time-out from each other while building a thing from that store. I might be growing up a little, or IKEA might be making it easier on me for once.
I'd spent the previous weekend spackling, painting, and prepping the room for the couch's arrival; you'd think I was readying the house for a baby. We get the thing built, put in place, and
Cori now sits so far away from me we not only have to toss our phones to each other to share funny pictures or things on the internet, but we can both stretch out, full length, and not worry about crowding the other person. We can now have friends and family over without worrying about space (for the most part), which is SO great. Everything is smooth and I am feeling way more like an adult.
While going through this process of transitioning our house into a place where grown-ups live and congregate, I came across Alton Brown's "Aged Eggnog" recipe. Not only does this kick up your basic 'Nog with three kinds of booze, but it mellows out overtime. I may be getting older, but I'm definitely working on smoothing myself out as I age, much like this here eggnog.
Don't be weirded out by the raw eggs in here - that's what this drink is, after all. I've made a batch that will age about three weeks, but I might make another one and age it about a year (which Alton says is possible). It'll be a nice way to test the difference between the ages and verify that, yes, things do get better with age.
By Alton Brown (the king himself)
12 large egg yolks (save the whites for something else, but you won't be using them here)
1 lb sugar
1 pint half + half
1 pint whole milk
1 pint heavy cream
1 cup light spiced rum
1 cup cognac
1 cup bourbon
1 tsp freshly grated nutmeg
1/4 teaspoon salt
Beat the yolks with the sugar in a large mixing bowl until the sugar has started breaking down, is smooth, and falls over the whisk in a long, solid ribbon.
Combine the dairy, alcohol, nutmeg, and salt in a second large bowl and whisk together. Slowly add the egg and sugar mixture and whisk until smooth and creamy.
Pour into three large glass jars with lids (or whatever large vessels you have). Store in the refrigerator for at least two weeks (it's suggested a month would be better). Serve with more freshly grated nutmeg on top.
Note: The longer you age the eggnog, the better. It smooths out as you age it (apparently). I'll circle back with my verdict on how it turned out. Should you make this as well, leave a comment and we can compare notes.