I feel like a busted can of biscuits today. Yesterday’s food was an array of healthy eats; vegetable side dishes…including my sister’s roasted brussel sprouts and bacon which is to die for, my gosh I could eat that all day! We had a pear and pecan salad, trip-tip, turkey breast and sweet potato casserole with a pecan crunch. I made a healthier version of pumpkin pie made with organic pumpkin and coconut cream, with a crust of dates and pecans. I also made almond cherry truffles dipped in organic dark chocolate.
The best part of Thanksgiving is leftovers. I scarfed these down for breakfast and lunch. This is the most I have eaten in months. And I am seriously paying for it. I went to the store and bought three cases of organic lime seltzer water at 5 am this morning hoping to ease my tummy fullness woes and I think the carbonation is making me fuller. I am like a buoy lost at sea, floating on a reclining leather raft, surrounded by bright green aluminum cans of seltzer water and engulfed in cheesy Christmas movies.
Oh yes, it’s that time of year when I plop my weary, bloated butt down with a blanket and hot cup of coffee or glass of wine and submit myself to bad acting, Christmas romance. And I cry because their fate tries to bring them together 28 minutes into the movie but it doesn’t work out because some jerk has to intercept their passion of being together. By this point my daughter is interrupting saying, “OH MY GOSH MOTHER, you are SO LAME watching those stupid, cheesy movies!” I look up and tears are streaming down my face, and I nod my head, agreeing with her. My eyes puffy, makeup smudged. Be thankful it only comes once a year.
Yes, this is one of my guilty pleasures, on a cold weekend afternoon, binge watching these sad-sacking, bad romance Christmas movies. I can’t help it. I have been doing this for years. The acting is so bad and I know this, and sometimes make fun of it or even complain about it, sometimes even foreseeing the ending because it is so blatantly obvious how it’s going to end and yet here I sit…still watching and miserably full.
Here I sit, still bloated like a busted can of biscuits, working on my third can of bubbly water and the next movie. The same story I’m sure, but different plot, different actors, and this time the setting is in a small town in Colorado, not Los Angeles where the country girl is in L.A. but the executive is in Colorado. They’ll eventually cross paths…28 minutes in, but someone is getting their heart broken. I guarantee it.