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Does my eggplant look menacing enough?

For lack of better things to write about, this shall be a recap of How I Spent the Last Day of the Year Chomping. I just had ice cream. And a chocolate doughnut. And lots of eggplant. You’d think that I’d be able to hold off on the eating until New Year when there’ll be even more food than usual.

But no, I could not.

There was cheese last night, and lobsters, and shrimp tempura (which I didn’t have a hand in making, thank God!), and mrs fields cookie gifts which we got from relatives abroad, and so many grapes that the girls and I capped the night with a grape-throwing contest. I chucked the most number into Charlie’s litle mouth.

And then, I bopped around the room and got talked into reading about 20 pages of Shel Silverstein’s Everything On It. If you boil and eat me right now, I’m betting I’d taste pretty foul, like a halo-halo gone three kinds of wrong. You can’t make like the world’s biggest glutton for several days running, and not end up vile-tasting and looking. Happy New Year in a few hours, friends and family! I wish you calories that disappear voluntarily!