Have you ever noticed that holiday foods always outlast the holidays? The trifle, the pie, the ham and the roast beast that hover around your kitchen for at least 3 or so days until someone eventually gets tired of looking at it and boots it out with the trash? I'm not usually one who overeats on the actual day of the festivities, due to the fact that I've spent most of the day helping to prepare it. Once you've spent the better part of a day working on a meal, the desire to actually consume it yourself fades away. But I am a grazer. After all the relatives are gone, the trash is out and we're just vegging out, I'll be poking thru the fridge, finding something to snack on. Since I didn't eat much during the meal, I'm likely a bit peckish. And the next day, since we're all done cooking for a bit, we all have ham and turkey sandwiches for lunch and dinner. So I contend that Christmas pounds are not gained by one day's feasting, but by a string of days that, individually, are not so bad, but taken together, add up to some serious pudding, especially around our midsections.
But what the hell, it's only once a year.
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