I always look upon the end-of-the-year holidays with a sense of dread. Why is this, you ask? It's simple, really. From mid-November to the first week of January, I'm usually gorging myself on really good food, and other ruinous behavior. Part of this problem is exemplified by three things:

1. Boiled custard. This rich drink---our replacement for egg nog, which is noxious---usually gets guzzled by the carton per day. It's that good, even though the formula got changed in the last two years, and it's runnier than usual. It's delicious, darned near impossible to wash off out of a glass after it's dried, and it's full of things that would make a health nut sick. I haven't spotted my brand in stores yet, but when I do, I'll be buying twenty or thirty dollars worth.

2. Cordial cherries. These little pockets of evil ought to be banned. Even now, I'm sitting here munching on some, and I've already eaten a third of a tray. Yes, I'll probably have horrible sugar-fueled nightmares (thanks to Raptorman for giving me the longest running subject matter for nightmares that I've ever had; even xenomorphs don't scare me as much as ravenous corpses.) That being said, at least I haven't found a cherry pit yet this year.

3. White chocolate Oreos. These things go great with boiled custard. They go great with themselves. I'm no fan of standard Oreos, and chocolate generally is a take it or leave it thing with me. On the other hand, I can eat a box of these things in a sitting. They're devilish little discs of arterial doom, but I, in the words of a penitent Theodore from one of the Chipmunks Christmas albums, "couldn't help it". Tee hee.

Yeah, so I'll probably have to like go on a starvation diet after 07 January, but that's OK. Food is fun.

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