Christmas Eve was an array of more appetizers and desserts than you could count…or eat.
Christmas morning was a brunch with cream cheese crepes, pancakes, a chocolate French brioche and our newest tradition: the artery clogging, holier-than-holy bacon taco.
Christmas dinner was turkey with allllll the fixings topped off with cheesecake and homemade Olympia cremes.
After our 24-hour eat-a-thon, my brother Pat and his wife Jane clutched their expanding waistlines and groaned.
Pat: “I just knew I shouldn’t have worn pants today.”
Jane: “Rookie mistake, Pat. Rookie mistake.”