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Sunday morning at 6:00 a.m. we all gathered around the table at The Mother's house eating bagels and sausage and eggs and crispy fried potatoes. I was laying on my placemat and my hair still smelled of the wonderful aroma of the prime rib dinner at The Sister's house the night before. I hadn't had my coffee yet and the week's festivities of eating had exhausted me to the point that I actually didn't even bother to change out of my pajamas before heading to The Mother's house.

We sat and reminisced about the days before and all the food we ate and all the laughs we laughed.

We talked of how it all started last Tuesday night when The Family arrived and before I could even say hello The Aunt was shoving goodie bags into my hands while hugging me and kissing my cheek.

She brought homemade caramels, homemade licorice, pumpkin bread, cranberry orange bread, butter cream cookies, baklava and so many other things I can't really remember it all.

But did I mention she made me licorice???

And Baklava???

I love her.

The next day - Wednesday - we spent the day readying ourselves for The Most Adored Food Holiday In All The Land and spent the evening laughing and talking over a dinner of tempura fish with homemade fries and crispy cabbage slaw.

Thursday was, of course, The Big Show - The Most Adored Food Holiday In All The Land. It's tradition on our house to eat the Big Meal at 1:00 p.m. so we all skipped breakfast and spent the morning prepping and setting the table and putting out place cards and sneaking tastes of The Great Grandmother's Funky Green Jello. (Delish, by the way)

By 3:30 p.m., 6 of the people succumbed to the Tryptophan'd turkey and fell face down on the floor in front of the roaring fireplace to snoring like freigh trains through Texas while the rest of us mindlessly shoved party mix and hot artichoke dip and homemade toffee in our mouths as if it was the first morsel of food we had eaten in a week.

There really is nothing more delightful than to see a housefull of people fat with gluttony yet looking for the next snack to come out of the kitchen. Each person squealed with delight as each dish was paraded around the room. "Ohhhh, are those truffels? Is that pecan pie? WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I woke up Friday morning with a turkeyjellostuffingmashedpotatotoffeepartymixpumpkinpiehotbutteredrum hangover and yet still went to The Mother's for bagels and smoked salmon. And Friday evening was even more laughter over caesar salad and pizza margherita and baked pasta in vodka creme sauce.

Saturday was a day of frenzied shopping and snacking and movie going (Christmas With The Kranks - Don't bother) and we ended our day over stuffed mushrooms, coconut prawns, fresh mozarella and proscuitto, spinach salad, prime rib, rice pilaf and oven roasted broccoli.

We were simply on a Food Induced Euphoria and none of us wanted it to stop.

The Family is amazing. It's so wonderful to sit across the table from people who really 'get' you. And by 'get' I mean they totally don't mock you for having licorice-stained drool running down your chin because they find it so endearing. And they probably just wiped a big slab'o'drool of their own.

Saying good-bye to them was such sweet sorrow and none of us can wait until Spring when we will see them again.

That gives me just enough time to lose this second ass.

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