I’m taking the blog on the road once again, back to New York for eight days. So feel free to avoid midnight mass, drunken relatives and Nick Lachey Christmas specials by logging on.Since my mom's both a phenomenal cook and a veritable Oprah when it comes to bringing home desserts from the local patisserie, I gain a good 12-15 pounds each Christmas. But this year I launched a preemptive chub strike by starving myself for a week. The weight’s down and I’m ready to chow.
So tune in and I’ll be here. With extra typos as my fingers get fatter.
