Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for December 06, 2021

Don’t nog it ’til you try it.

“My people are the people of the dessert, said T.E. Lawrence, picking up his fork.” – message painted on the side of the Hotel Carter in Pasadena, CA for many years.

Meg needs a little nutmeg sprinkled in her cup.

Beats Gog and Megog.

She shouldn’t be hanging around that guy. He’s a fruitcake.

She hasn’t said a word, and yet I feel compelled to say, “Shut up, Meg!”

Yeah like Meg Markle and Meg Fox

Hey! Watch it!

Cathy Cupp.

Get a little rum and brandy in them and they’re the life of the party.

Dating a fruticake? She’s off her nog-gin!

That fruitcake is so old it evolved.

My mother in law LOVED fruitcake. She loved me, too. No accounting for taste, is there?

A love destined to endure through all time… or until Cliff goes on break.

Reminds me of a woman named “Moniker”. She changed her name to “Moniker” because a) she got sick of people mispronouncing “Monica” and b) she enjoyed telling people her moniker was “Moniker”. :)

I did not get it at first. https://www.facebook.com/holidaymegnog/

Before Meg Nog (the Egg Nog?), there was Peg Grog (the Bootleg Grog).

Heading to barf city for a fun night of praying to the porcelain gods.

I don’t see this relationship last long. She’ll be gone long before him.

Are they going to snog?

Meggsactly.

My Gog..!

Fruitcake and (M)egg nog… are we about to discover there are things even Cliff won’t eat? Stay tuned to find out!

The difference between Freddie the Fruitcake and Meg Nog is that people like Meg.

Both inspire extreme reactions among Christmas foodies.

I think I’ve met her Mother, Egg.

Mmmmmm, egg nog…