A ridiculously healthful Christmas

Don’t you just want to smack them?  Their whole Christmas dinner is probably served on a bed of lettuce and followed by yoga.  You can be guaranteed that whatever is in that glass is diet and that man is not considering unbuttoning his pants.  They are having a ridiculously healthful Christmas.

That is what I’m going to have, and I will try to make the best of it.  I’m Celiac and allergic to milk and soy.  My son is just like me.  That leaves us very little traditional holiday fare.  No stuffing.  No pie.  No chocolates.  No egg nog.  No Butterball turkey…. The list goes on. I’ve never had figgy pudding, but I’m pretty confident it would kill me.   So what will we have?  Glad you asked!

This year, we are going to have a typically Nithemuka Christmas dinner.  I bought a chicken (because we just don’t have enough people to eat up a big turkey. )  I am going to make roast potatoes, yams, and veggies.  Desert was the hardest part.  What on earth could I serve that everyone could eat?  (And by everyone, I mean myself.  )  So I settled on a big fruit salad.  There will be mango, raspberries, peaches and orange slices.  Delicious!  And at the end of all the eating, I will not be ill and deeply regretting whatever passed my lips.  That night, I won’t be up all night with a sick child.  Merry Christmas to us!

While my Christmas dinner will be ridiculously healthful, I promise not to serve it on a bed of lettuce.  I furthermore guarantee that someone will have to undo a button!