When I think of holidays and the mass consumption of food, the first thought that pops into my head is Thanksgiving. Then, I think of Christmas. After that, I might even put Memorial Day or the 4th of July as being next on the list (cook-outs and whatnot).
Well kids, there's a new sheriff in town.
Very rarely does Easter cross my mind as being a holiday for indigestion. I mean, when I was younger, I might've snorked down my fair share of Cadbury Eggs and jelly beans before 8am of Easter morning, but what did I care? I was young and resilient, with lower intestines not yet scarred by Indian food or loose change.
These days, I'm not as likely to gorge myself on candy, but I'm much more given to having a destructive relationship with some mashed potatoes or a basket of warm rolls. Despite this knowledge, I never even saw it coming...
In the heat of the moment (otherwise known as "lunch"), I NEVER think I'm eating too much. Yesterday was no exception. In fact, other than dessert (a piece of pie and TWO brownies), I thought I did pretty well in the grand scheme of things.
Later that night, as I lay on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet and praying for the sweet release of death, I couldn't help but wonder if this could've been avoided.
In review...
-one cheeseburger
-4 0r 5 deviled eggs (I lost count)
-3 very generous helpings of Mom's cheesy-hash brown-potato casserole
-3 helpings of strawberry and spinach salad
-2 brownies, warm from the oven (the only time I will eat them)
-2 glasses of red wine
-1 piece of Marie Calender's cherry crumb topping pie
Hmm, tough call.
1 comment:
Oh boy can I relate! My family is separated so many ways so my boyfriend and I have multiple dinners to go to every holiday and before I know it I've had enough food to feed a whole school of children!
(I think I outdid your list of eats :)
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