The End of Face-Stuffing Season

It started out innocently enough.

We went to my sister's house the week before Christmas. She is one of the most amazing cooks I know. She whipped up an ice cream dessert that called my name from the freezer all night long until I could resist its beckoning no longer and went at it with a fork at 2 am.

I am so not kidding. And, I would never, ever tell you about something so utterly amazing without sharing the recipe with you. (It's comin'!)

She also lives five minutes from a Bojangles. And, a Chick-fil-A. Where the sweet tea flows freely from large vats and the buttermilk biscuits live happily ever after with their first love. Butter.

Then, we headed up north to Grandma's house. My mother-in-law also happens to be an amazingly wonderful cook and we never wanted for food from the moment we walked through the door. She filled our Christmas breakfast table with goodness galore and then she served us Chicken Tetrazzini for dinner. If you haven't tried it yet, I PROMISE YOU, it is one of the best foods on earth.

I ate a month's worth of calories on Christmas Day.

Mom also stocked the house with homemade cookies and breads and filled a jar on top of the TV with peanut M&Ms and I was helpless against them.

Alas, we've returned home now and I have declared it The End of the Face-Stuffing Season around here.

I'm putting my foot down.

I'm taking a stand.

We're going to stop all of this eating what we want, when we want nonsense.

Do you hear that Lincoln?

Lincoln? Are you listening to Momma?

Hello? Bueller? Bueller? Anyone?