Relative Something

Hard to write. Struggling to recover senses. Ate too much. Three days in a row of family gatherings which all involved prodigious amounts of delectable delights have left me with the mother of all sugar buzzes which is struggling for dominance over the mother of all overindulgences. Is it the sugar, or the massive amount of incredibly great food I’ve been eating that has me lolling around in a stupor this morning? It’s probably a tie.

The Christmas holiday is done. The problem is, leftover food remains. Luckily, most of the leftovers stayed at the house of Cyndie’s parents, where the meals occurred. I must admit, with my recent situation of being responsible for my own meals, I am struggling a bit with the abundance of available delicious eats. It’s a classic case of feast or famine. Seems like there is either too much, or not enough. I’d like to be able to somehow capture this rich vein of great food and store it for next week after Cyndie is gone again. I’m too full to want it right now.

Meanwhile, I have been enjoying increased appreciation for the fine arts being performed in the family kitchens over the last few days. I have gained renewed respect for the efforts put forth to provide such a grand array of food. Of course, these meals automatically come with the added bonus of a room full of cheery dinner companions, the lack of which colors most of my regular dining when Cyndie returns to Boston and I am left on my own in the big house. That alone would be enough to make my frozen pot pie dinners a heck of a lot more appealing.