This Rum and Eggnog Pound Cake reminds me of a special person in my life.
Nothing goes better together than Rum and Eggnog. Try these flavors in this Rum and Eggnog Pound Cake Recipe.
After the second time I made this Rum and Eggnog Pound Cake and was able to fully enjoy a slice, the first thing that came to me was a feeling. I can’t describe it but when I bit into this cake, not only was it delicious, but it gave me a nostalgic feeling and a sense of familiarity. It was almost as if biting into a slice of this cake was like taking a trip through a time machine.
It took me a minute but I finally realized what I was feeling. I was thinking about my “Nana”. You see, I have three families that make up my entire family. There is my mother’s side, which consists of my grandmothers and grandfathers side of the family; I have my biological father’s family, and then there is my step-father’s family. If you add all of those pieces, you get one big ass pie (I made a funny :-). Seeing how there are three sides to my family, I also was blessed to have three grandmothers! One of those women, whom I have yet to talk about, is my “Nana”, who is my step-father’s mother.
Memories of my “Nana”
One of my best memories of her cooking was a Thanksgiving we had when I was about 14, I think. I told you guys before when my family had holiday dinners, we would always go over my grandmother (my mother’s mom) house or over my Aunt Lela (my mother’s aunt). Well, I believe it was the Thanksgiving after my grandmother passed away, my Nana came over to our house and blessed us with a REAL Thanksgiving meal! It was so different than anything I had ever seen.
There were all the traditional side dishes of course, but there were also some new players at the table. She made Pasta Salad, Potato Salad, Deviled Eggs, Peach Cobbler, Pecan Pie, and there was some sort of dessert that had Egg Nog and/ or Rum. I cannot for the life of me remember exactly what it was, but I know it was there and I was beyond happy! It was like Christmas came early! There was so much food that we were eating leftovers for about a week. When I came downstairs to eat with the family, my first thought was “Thank you Nana” and “Why can’t every Thanksgiving be this way”?
Thank you for that meal Nana!