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grazing throug the holidays

yesterday was perhaps the weirdest christmas day i have ever experienced, but only because it never really felt like christmas.

through all of the gift opening, the turkey basting, the nutcracker on pbs, the reading of Jesus' birth story, it never really felt like a super special day. though it was a day of firsts.

it was our first christmas at our own place.
our first year of starting our own traditions.
my first try at roasting a turkey.
and making a pumpkin pie.
and making mashed potatoes.
and stuffing. and gravy.

and everything turned out superb, just like B had expected it (his confidence in my cooking is enormous and wonderful) - everything, that is, except the gravy. it was this greasy-lumpity pile of goo that resembled the color of the turkey drippings. we set it out with the rest of the food and promptly ignored its existance.

once the food was set out to eat, i couldnt stop grazing.
from 2ish until 9ish.
at least seven straight hours of putting food in my mouth.
i must have gained 15 pounds yesterday afternoon.