Thursday, December 25, 2008

Holiday Eating Tips - For The Sane

I hate aspects of this time of year. Not for its crass commercialism and forced frivolity, but because it's the season when the food police come out with their wagging fingers and annual tips on how to get through the holidays without gaining 10 pounds.

1. About those carrot sticks. Avoid them. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the Christmas spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.

2. Drink as much eggnog as you can. And quickly. Like fine single-malt scotch, it's rare. In fact, it's even rarer than single-malt scotch. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an eggnogaholic or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it. Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's Christmas!

3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a Christmas party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. Hello? Remember college?

6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. You can do that in January when you have nothing else to do. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.

7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted Christmas cookies in the shape and size of Santa, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. You can't leave them behind. You're not going to see them again.

8. Same for pies. Apple. Pumpkin. Mincemeat. Have a slice of each. Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?

9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards, mate.

10. And one final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Reread tips. Start over. But hurry! Cookieless January is just around the corner

Friday, December 12, 2008

Happy Birthday Kiki

It's been one year since a little, wet, bedraggled puppy joined our home. Jordan and I have had so much fun over the past year with this crazy mutt. We decided that, since we don't actually know when she was born or exactly how old she was, the day she showed up at our house was her first birthday so, today is her second birthday. And we're so glad she's a part of our home (even when we have to take her out three times a day in the cold, and even when she chews up some toys or clothes, and even when she eats the wrong things and gets sick...)

Monday, December 8, 2008

From chariots to space shuttles

I found this post very interesting. Check it out.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Camp Gilead

It's much later than I planned to go to bed, but I'm still up and I blame Dan Brown. Dan was a counselor with me at Camp Gilead back in 1992, the year I graduated high school. I recently got in contact with him through facebook (and found out he's the new pastor at Lifegate, my dad's old church). Anyway, he posted about 16 pictures from our time in Camp Gilead, which was really fun to look through. Then I found Matthew Moyer's facebook with about 400 pictures from the 60's to the present. I recognized some of the people - after all, I went to the camp from the time I was in 3rd grade. I also reminisched a bit after seeing Pop's Inn, the chapel in the hill, the bunnies, the donkeys... This summer I'm going overseas with some students at my school, and I'm going to try to find a camp that Jordan can go to. It may not be Gilead, but every kid deserves the chance to enjoy camp.
BTW, apparently in the 60's there was a segregated camp. There are couple pictures of a group of all African-American girls with white counselors. Very interesting I thought.