Be smart about your choices, and remember: you don't want to be
left in a food coma, forced to blow off your afternoon plans.
My grandparents» house, where I spend most holidays, is like a black hole —
in a good way: Whenever I'm there, I spend most of my time sleeping, eating, and lazing about, pleasantly sedated by the combination of the blazing fireplace, the comfy blankets that Grandma knits and
leaves on all of the furniture, and the inevitable
food coma that results after one of our afternoon Pennsylvania Dutch feasts.