The leftovers of the Turkey Day feast are gone except for that which I carry with me. I am nothing if not a conglomeration of all family get-together's. Food is my drug of choice and it is never as evident as when we try to re-enact what we see on television. After a few years I should have recognized that the advertisement would never take place in my home. When living out of state I referred to these pilgrimages as The Great Texas Guilt Trip. Now I live in the middle of it. My mother has replaced my grandmother as the one to try to please but the result is the same.
Maybe I can find another piece of Pecan Pie and lapse into a sugar coma that will sustain me through Christmas.
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