The Eggnog Woman

Dairy Barn. I am pretty sure they are only in the Northeast. They may only be on Long Island, actually. But they are by far the best retail invention of my lifetime. Ok, maybe the Apple Store is better, but in a much different way.

You see, ever since I was a kid, the Dairy Barn was the stop on your way home, go out in your pajamas and slippers, get stuff way into the night, how could I live without this place store. They never updated their look and for that reason the sight of them still carries that comfort of being the little kid in the back seat hoping for Entenmann’s chocolate donuts when mom picked up that last minute gallon of milk. When we learned to drive, my brother and I loved to be able to drive through the Dairy Barn and be the one to say.”out of $5.00″ when they told us the purchase was $4.55. And when my kids were little, I would buy whatever they had at Dairy Barn before I would take a sleeping kid out of the back of the car to go to the supermarket.

All in all, until today, the Dairy Barn has been a constant in my life that I have failed to pay homage to. Seriously, I friggin’ LOVE this place.

Yesterday morning, in my pajamas and slippers thank you very much, I ran out to get some whole milk for a recipe. (I know, cute domestic peek of me that I don’t usually reveal). And there behind the kitschy sliding glass doors of the place was none other than…

The Eggnog Woman.

Who, you might ask, is The Eggnog Woman (note initial caps). She is a rather large individual of questionable sexual designation. There were times when the kids were little when we were convinced she was actually a guy. And she seems to only be semi-seasonal. I NEVER see her in the summer, but she does seem to hang around till the spring sometimes. AND, we sometimes see her at Dairy Barns in other zip codes (Gary thinks she is a floater from Dairy Barn corporate).

So the thing about her is, she seems to take the egg nog and its availability only during the holidays, very seriously. To the point that my neighbor Janet became obsessed with asking for it when it was out of season.

Just for the laugh.

And it sort of caught on when the kids were little. So yesterday, I just had to call Janet to tell that The Eggnog Woman was back and wish her a Merry Christmas. She was so excited that she was going to jump in the car just to see her.

There was something so nostalgic about connecting with an old friend over a silly thing that entertained us. I certainly would not have thought to call her for the holiday had that not happened. If you are thinking this was all at the expense of The Eggnog Woman, please don’t. She is truly an icon.

Happy and Merry to all.


Filed under holidays, places of interest, shopping

9 responses to “The Eggnog Woman

  1. I feel so deprived. Why don’t we have Dairy Barns where I live??? We have Brew Thrus for beer lovers. Since I maybe drink 3 beers a year vs. gallons and pounds of dairy, the Dairy Barn would be ever so more helpful to me. Alas.

  2. I love this, but admit I’m a teensy bit let down that there’s no photo of The Eggnog Woman.

    You went out in slippers & PJ’s? Nice!

  3. HA! Great story.. The Eggnog Woman. 🙂
    The things we call friends to tell them. 😀

  4. I love this !! Great picture too! I want a Dairy Barn !! We have Dairy Queens ,but not Dairy Barns.

    • I like Dairy Queen too. That was another childhood memory. Haven’t seen them around here much anymore. I should have given photo credit for the Dairy Barn shot as it was not mine. I was still in pajamas and slippers when I wrote this and didn’t want to go out and get a picture. And truth be told, that is not even our actual Dairy Barn. But you get the gist.

  5. Ellen

    I remember the big glass bottles with the red plastic handles…they still have them? Wish they had them in CT…along with sidewalks and street lights!

  6. Riki

    we call her the screaming lady…she shouts everything!!!! Also a big fav in our family

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