Right about this time of year, EVERY year, I find myself thinking, "Whoa. After all those Christmas goodies I'm just really sick of food. Any kind of food." John told me he agrees.
How about you?
Of course the exception is disgustingly healthy-eating Terese and Company; who let slip that this year they didn't have even one Christmas cookie in their house.
(That's crazy talk, if you ask me. But then she's probably not feeling as bloated as I am these days.)
So we all went out for brunch after church yesterday with the idea of eating a light meal. The problem was we didn't realize that the restaurant we had chosen was famous for it's generous portions. John ordered a - thinking singular and thus small - biscuit and gravy. This is what he got:
That, folks, is their idea of one biscuit. I can't imagine what his plate would have looked like had he ordered two.
Um. I think we'll try eating light tomorrow.