Custard, in a landslide. I grew up drinking my grandmas homemade custard every year around Christmas. I would drink tall glasses of that extremely fattening, thick, creamy, yummy vanilla flavored goodness. My aunt did a decent job trying to replicate it after my Grandma passed away, but it wasn't quite the same. My mom, even though shes a spectacular cook, was always hit or miss so she gave up trying. The store bought custard is good, I can drink a ton of it. still not Grandmas, but it fits my yearly craving. Egg nog and the attempt to make it taste like its spiced with rum is naystee.