...about Christmas dinner. Oh my goodness. Now most of you know that I don't live to eat. In fact, if I didn't have to, I probably would almost never eat. But I would eat that Christmas dinner all day, every day.
We had venison filet mignon, bacon-wrapped and everything. That alone would have been amazing enough, but we had beans (sauted in lemon juice and onions for that perfect "mmmmmmmmmhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm" taste), mashed potato casserole (that stuff melts in your mouth, lemme tell ya what), country ham (SALT. SALT. SALT.), and biscuits ("Better than Bojangle's. Fo'real."). And as if that wasn't enough to keep us moaning in glorious ecstasy for months, Mrs. Allen brought a wondrous homemade chocolate torte for dessert.
I had some more (of everything) a couple nights ago for a snack*. It was almost just as good as the first time.
I do not have pictures, because you'd all be drooling all over your keyboards and that's gross.
I do, however, have a very bad picture (courtesy of the webcam at night) of my new haircut, not like you haven't all seen it on Facebook by now, and not like it has anything to do with this post anyway. But that's ok.
*Note: Katie Beth's "snacks" are normally what anyone else would call "meals."