I like how winter draws us close and holds us there, even if a bit too long or forcefully. It’s in this being pressed together—our family like wildflowers in a heavy book—that I remember the quieter joys of an indoor life.
This is exactly where eggnog comes in. The Joy of Cooking lists it under “Party Drinks,” a perfect classification for something that elevates the ordinary, a whisk the only utensil required. It’s festive and delicious and the sort of thing that tastes best when daylight is a thin sliver between two slabs of darkness.