E certainly learned his lesson after sandwich #209.

I felt under appreciated after E spent the better part of the week sitting in front of an iPad or computer screen on the other side of the kitchen counter while I made sandwiches, only speaking to criticize my eggnog making abilities. as he wrote in the last entry. But after a small nervous breakdown and a few tears, we worked it out. And we made eggnog French toast sandwiches TOGETHER.

Last night, E got in the kitchen with me and made the eggnog. He found the reliable recipe from Martha Stewart that he used last year, not the one that suggested using the stove to heat the egg mixture, which the average person is likely to heat too much and make the eggs curdle. We adapted Martha’s recipe to include less cream and a splash of Kahula Peppermint Mocha liqueur that we had leftover from one of our holiday gatherings.

We laughed at yet another episode of “Family Guy” (yes, Brian is back!) and whipped up eggnog (since it takes forever to get firm peaks on those egg whites, we took turns whisking eggs for 20 minutes). After the ‘nog was ready, we shared a glass on the couch before we went to bed. “Thank you for helping,” I told him. “Cooking is more fun when we do it together.”

The next morning—the both of us wearing our white robes—E pulled out the ‘nog, a loaf of bread and got to work on the French Toast while I poured coffee and got out the fruit for the sandwich filling. When the toast was finished, I assembled the sandwiches and sprinkled them with powdered sugar. They were decadent, for sure, and had just enough kick from the eggnog. I hoped I wouldn’t have a buzz before I went to work.

E sat next to me and ate his entire breakfast. “I’m sorry I was a jerk earlier. I love you more than anything, and I appreciate you … especially when you make sandwiches,” he said.

And then he looked at me and smacked his lips. “Now…can I see what’s on the inside of that robe?”

Eggnog recipe is adapted from this Martha Stewart goodness.

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