Final sips

I love the idea of seasonal foods even though they often make little sense. We've been able to heat our houses and buildings for well for over a century now, so why are water ice shops only open in the summer? But that's a bad example. Water ice is a street food; no one takes it home with them to serve for dessert. 
Maybe turkey and ham as winter holiday dishes are better examples. If you like them, you'd probably like them as much in summer.
An example for me would be eggnog. I didn't have it as a kid until I was in eighth grade and staying with a friend. I loved it and I couldn't believe I'd spent so much of my life at that point without it. (I was horrified to learn that adults put alcohol in it.)
I know that many think eggnog is disgusting, and I get that. It's like drinking pancake batter. It's thick and fatty and coats your mouth, tongue and throat. But I find it comforting.
You see it on grocery store shelves around Thanksgiving, and it disappears shortly after Christmas. It's a drink that hibernates for nine months. 

Almond cookies, a lit candle, eggnog and reading material I like. Perfect.

Ideally, it vanishes from stores at the same time you've had enough of it, no matter how much you like it. That's how it was with me this year but, with my health prognosis grim now and my being alive a year from not at all a sure thing, I drank my last glass of it two days ago with a bit of ceremony. I lit a candle, had cookies I liked on hand, and I turned off the radio so I could focus only on how this last glass of eggnog would tasted and feel as I drank it.
Imagine, something that's safe, easy, legal, and affordable to do that gives you pleasure, but you may never be able to do it again. I should get used to that idea because many, many things will fit into that category for me over the next several months. Walking, for example. Then other physical things as I deteriorate. Finally breathing and, after that, everything.