I trust everyone had a good Christmas. I did. In the morning we opened presents. In the evening we went to my in-law's house and ate. A lot.
When I've heard parents tell their children, "Don't eat too much candy, you'll make yourself sick," I've always thought it was one of those parenting lines that don't have much truth to them. Just a threat to scare little children from eating too much sugar. I never had eaten myself sick. I seemed to have a huge tolerance for sugar.
But last night ... last night I finally paid the price for my gluttony.
I ate my own huge bowl of creme brulee and then more than half of another one. That was after two helpings of rare prime rib, red mashed potatoes, carrots and parsnips, and a lemon Jello salad. Oh, and bread. Several homemade crescent rolls.
Also take into account the Syrah with dinner and the ice wine with desset. That's why I could barely stay awake, even while I was standing up.
But I'm pretty sure it was the huge amount of creme brulee that landed me in Stomachache Land. It's weird, because I can take rich food. When we go to the Cheesecake Factory I'm the one ordering the Godiva chocolate cheesecake and finishing the whole thing in one sitting. I don't shy away from buttery, fattening wonderfulness. Ever.
That's why I was so surprised to actually feel sick last night. Sick.
But oh, the road to Stomachache Land was sweet. I don't regret traversing it.