Do you know what I don’t fucking suggest: drinking coffee cocktails until 2 in the morning.
My dear friends Tim and Alice hosted a holiday drinking fest. They displayed an amazing liquor selection: whiskey, Kahlua, Bailey’s, vodka, bourbon, kirschwasser and um, lots of things I don’t care to remember. And, there were a bunch of lighter additions as well: lots of fresh citrus and allspice. With all of those options, we felt quite ambitious. We made eggnog from scratch and it was not so cute having to beat the egg whites to a soft peak and then adding sugar to beat it with a stiff peak — without an electric beater. We passed around the bowl to a few friends as our arms burned of whisking overdose.
I wish I could expand on the night. But the combination of coffee and alcohol for hours on end is not a combination I suggest. (Although I do suggest trying these popsicles. I’m dying to know if they are as good as they sound.)