Recently while at lunch with my Kansas Yiddish buddy, we were talking about how some children did not like eggs and the ways their mothers snuck eggs into their diet.
I told how my husband hated eggs so much, his mother would make him chocolate chip pancakes so that he would have eggs without knowing. Not such a harsh way to eat eggs! In fact, I laughed about it. But it was a tradition my husband continued with our children. Scrambled eggs were not the right Sunday morning breakfast in his mind, you gave your children pancakes and biscuits to have them eat eggs.
My friend’s mother had a sneakier way to get her to eat eggs. My friend would drink a malted after school each day. Her mother would mix a raw egg into my friend’s malted. She was surprised that her mother would do such a thing. When she found out what her mother was doing from her young uncle, she never trusted those special drinks again.
“It was a good thing I never got salmonella,” my friend said.
But then they did not think about salmonella over 50 years ago….okay I am giving away our ages. In fact, serving raw eggs was considered a delicacy. Personally, I was not surprised about putting raw eggs in a drink. I asked her, “Well didn’t you ever have an ooglie mooglie?”
“What are you talking about?” She said as she looked at me as if I was crazy.
I could not believe she never had one of this special ‘treats’ when she had a sore throat or cold. Raw egg mixed with sugar and beaten till it was smooth and frothy, an Oogle Moogle or Ooglie Moogli was a treat that I had on occasion from my grandmother. But never from my own mother.
However, when I lived in Israel during my sophomore year of college, I had many occasions to have an Oogle Moogle from my great aunt and uncle. Holocaust survivors, they often made this treat for their daughter, who loved them. She would have them all the time if she could. I remember the first time they made one for me, I was so sick. She wanted one as well! But they only made one for me! It was delicious.
I told all this to my friend, and to prove I was not crazy, I googled (LOL) oogle moogle. And there on Wikipedia was an entire page devoted to this treat, I show the first paragraph here:
“Kogel mogel, Gogl-Mogl, Gogel-Mogel, Gogol-Mogol (Russian: Гоголь-моголь), Gogli-Mogli, or Gogle-mogle (Yiddish: גאָגל-מאָגל) is an egg-based homemade dessert popular in Central Europe and Caucasus. It is made from egg yolks, sugar, and flavorings such as honey, vanilla, cocoa or rum, similar to eggnog. In its classic form it is served slightly chilled or at room temperature. Served warm or hot, it is considered a home remedy for sore throats. As a home remedy it could be of Russian or Yiddish origin. Variations include milk, honey and soda.[1][2]” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kogel_mogel
There was my proof, except the name was slightly different: Gogli Mogli. Perhaps I had misunderstood what it was called, but probably over time, I just forgot and changed the pronunciation. It did not matter, my friend still had never heard of it.
But since she never liked eggs, I cannot imagine that her mother or any relative would ever offer her a drink made primarily of eggs and sugar. Whereas I can still see my great uncle mixing the drink and stirring it so quickly till it turned to forth. To me the memory of an Ooglie Mooglie or a Gogli Mogli is a wonderful memory, especially when I am suffering with a sore throat. It would make it feel so much better.
zicharonot 
I’ve never had an oogle moogle, but I can’t believe I finally found someone else whose mother snuck an egg into a drink. My mother called it an eggnog, and she would just beat an egg into chocolate milk. I hated the sliminess, and I soon learned that if I let it sit a minute or so, the egg would sink to the bottom (at least the worst part of it–she obviously didn’t beat it very well). Then I’d drink all but the last inch or so of the glass. She’d get so annoyed with me, but I’d gag at the thought of that last inch. To this day I don’t drink non-transparent liquids to the bottom for fear a slimy egg will be sitting there! And as you might imagine, I never drink anything called eggnog. Please share with your friend.
I will definitely let my friend know. She will love your memory.
According to my father My Great Aunt Sonia used to make my cousin, Raymond Google Mogles to fatten him up. My Dad made them for us. I thought they made made the name up! Thanks for sharing!