Christmas and the days after were  an orgy of feasting, drinking wine, gorging, playing and lying around.

Guilt free.

The wine drinking began, oh, at around noon. Good wine, mind you. Robust reds that rolled over our parched tongues, trickling down our throats into our engorged tummies. Then, the nibbles. Soft cheeses, hard cheeses, goat’s, sheep’s, ricotta with quince jam and green olives. Sweets: chocolate malt balls from Jacques Torres (a stocking stuffer for moi) and mince pies with brandy butter – a fleeting reminder of home.

Pound cake, pannetone (which the boychild refers to as a ‘gigantic muffin’,) and another treat from home that makes most people sick – marmite on toast. Yay!!! Port. Apple pie with ginger ice-cream (courtesy of our lovely neighbors who came over for Christmas lunch.) And finally… How I love duck. So easy to make those juicy duck breasts. Just score the fatty side with criss crosses, place fat side down in a pan for 7 minutes, turn over for another 5 and….voila. Juicy meat treats.

It’s been heaven.

As you might be able to tell by now, I’m a gourmand at heart. I. Love. Food. I’m pretty sure this is a trait inherited from my dear father, who, one holiday in Mexico insisted on eating two breakfasts each day, just so he could sample the local cuisine to the max. His example exists in stark contrast to my mother, who is a disciplined size 4, never asks for seconds and rarely eats lunch. I just don’t have that kind of self control – and why deny myself simple and delicious pleasures, especially when life can really get my goat sometimes?

So now I’m gearing up for New Year’s Eve- planning more feasting – pushing off the reality that the holiday season is about to end and that I’ll soon be back in the mentality of food as sustenance rather than pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Unless I make it one of my New Year’s Resolutions to indulge whenever the hell I want? Why not?

Though if I am to throw complete caution to the wind, I may wind up looking like one of Botero’s finest:

Botero Woman Contemplates Eating Another Mince Pie