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And a Healthy New Year, Of Course (or, Who You Calling a Ho?)

We had so much food.  I don’t know what I was thinking.  It wasn’t Christmas dinner.  It was the White House Correspondents’ Dinner.  There was crostini with roasted tomatoes and mozzarella, and the best pepper dip this side of Harry & David.  There was turkey, and ham, and David’s mom’s lasagna.  There was green beans, and corn, and my aunt’s mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes and my mom’s stuffing, with homemade biscuits to go along with them.   We had malbec and cabernet, and Sam Adams winter pack on ice, and two open bottles of sparkling wine.   There would have been Brussels sprouts, which I’d roasted the day before thinking I’d just heat them up and throw more salt on them (have you had roasted Brussels sprouts?  I’ve never liked the things–those strange-looking, mini cabbages–but roasted, with lots of kosher salt, they taste like vegetables that waged a bet with French fries, lost, and are now forced to wear their underwear over their clothes for a year.  That’s a good thing), but then I decided…

It’s Called Christmas Biscotti. Because it’s Christmas, That’s Why

I keep telling myself that I’m not going to be one of those people (i.e., every adult with a family in America) who gets stressed out over the holidays.  Nooo, I keep thinking.  This is the most wonderful time of the year!  Carols and jingle bells and balsam-and-cedar-scented candles, dagnabit!  I WILL be happy. But.  Too much to do.  I’m sullen, overtired, and cranky that we ran out of clean washcloths and I’ve a mountain of laundry to wash.  I dried my hair once this week.  Once.  I won’t tell you how many times I’ve washed it. No, more than that.  Don’t be gross. Thursday, I dropped SK off at preschool and raced home (not raced, not raced.  I mean, I drove the speed limit, Officer.  Please put that ticket book away) to throw together some biscotti for a get-together with friends later that afternoon (it’s really book club, but since I haven’t read a single selection since August because I’ve been settling for the likes of Tina Fey’s Bossypants and Mindy Kaling’s…