My Cardiac Christmas

Our family partakes in an old Southern tradition every year--the consumption of large quantities of delicious, artery clogging greasy goodness at our family brunch.

This year was no different as we gathered at Mom's house. With brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, grandkids, and great-grandkids all around we sat down to a table groaning with good Southern cooking. And what was on my plate? Let's see, I think it was something like this:

Biscuits with sausage gravy (both homemade of course)
Scrambled eggs
Two kinds of hash-brown casseroles
Link sausages
Fruit salad (gotta keep it healthy you know)
Sliced tomatoes
Another biscuit with apple butter
Homemade pumpkin bread

Whew! I barely had room for seconds after all of that. Of course, there is the family tradition to uphold, so I did manage to get back for another biscuit and gravy fix after the first round settled in. Dad would have been proud.

Then it was the opening of presents, telling of jokes, and playing with the dogs and the kids.

All followed by a nice long nap after waddling home.

Ah! Christmas! There's nothing quite like it.