Holiday Cheer Recipes from Southern Comfort

Ah yes, Southern Comfort. Who doesn’t remember parties out in the woods or the smoke-filled basement of a friends house, passing the bottle around and waking up feeling awful the next morning? I do. All too well. But that was last week and this is now.

Fortunately I’m not one of those girls who had regrets after one of those bottle passing incidents, if you know what I mean. Because even through my Southern Comfort induced haze, my mother’s voice lectured me about having sex with random guys or making a fool out of myself. Besides, I didn’t need booze to act foolish.

OK, so I’m a little older now and I drink responsibily (and you should too!) but the name Southern Comfort will always be synonymous with the partays of my late teens and early twenties.  Now, I’m not promoting teen drinking, actually I discourage it, but I’d be a liar to say it didn’t happen. Anyway, this isn’t about me sneaking around in the woods when I was 19 anyway. It’s about grownup drinking with Southern Comfort, in particular sharing these holiday recipes.

Holiday SoCo® Limetini
2 1/2 oz. Southern Comfort
Splash of sweetened lime juice
Red sugar
Combine ingredients with ice in a shaker. Shake well. Strain into a chilled martini glass rimmed with red sugar. Garnish with a lime twist.

Easy Southern Eggnog
1 cup Southern Comfort
1 qt. dairy eggnog
Ground nutmeg
Combine chilled ingredients and blend in a punch bowl. Dust with nutmeg
Serves 10.

Southern Eggnog Martini
1oz. Southern Comfort
3oz. eggnog
Ground nutmeg

So, while I’m sharing some memories here, I’d like to state once again (especially because I can’t afford to retain legal counsel) that Cookerati doesn’t encourage underage drinking at all. People do stupid things when they drink like drive, have unprotected sex, get tattoos, and fly to Vegas and get married. So please, drink responsibly. Don’t drink and drive, don’t drink unless you’re 21 and especially don’t drink and get a tattoo because nothing’s worse than waking up with Mary on your arm with nary a Mary in site.