How To Make Sure You Get Enough To Eat At Holiday Parties
Well, the holidays are at last upon us, as “upon us” is a holiday’s favorite place to sprawl, and that means one thing: making sure that you get enough to eat at holiday parties. There’s nothing worse than waking up in January and realizing you’ve practiced careful moderation in the face of temptation, also watching that waistline, and cravings, and jeans that fit: food is everywhere. Here are a few tips to make sure you get your fair share of empty calories between Thanksgivukkah and New Kwanzaa Boxing Day.
Don’t fill up on water. Water is full of empty fluids. If you’re trying to keep yourself from over-imbibing on cocktails, try matching every alcoholic beverage you drink with a glass of nog. Any variety of nog will do, as long as it leaves a film on your glass. Remember: if the glass ain’t fogged, your drink’s not nog , as the elves sing right before they get you.
Avoid the crudités. They’re a pointless vehicle for dip. Think of all the other foods you could be smearing that dip on: french onion smeared over a pimiento olive; pâté on sausage rolls. Celery is for suckers.
Stay away from protein and fiber. You’ve got bigger fish to fry (is there fried fish at this party?). Look at that cheese log. What do you do with logs? Build things with them .
Remember the hidden calories in drinks. Look very carefully for them; they’re hidden. Who knows how many drinks it will take for you to find them.
Before you take a bite of anything, ask yourself : could I sprinkle peanut M&Ms on this?
Skip meals so you’ll be extra hungry. Don’t go crazy. Skip half a meal, maybe. Just make sure you show up irrational and dizzy, so those first two glasses of wine really pack a wallop. If you’re drinking, be sure to wait a few hours before you start eating, otherwise the food in your stomach might soak up some of the alcohol.
Balance your indulgences . If you’ve got a slice of carrot cake in your left hand, put some mini hot dogs wrapped in those little crescent rolls in your right, so you don’t fall over from the weight of it, I guess.
Bring an apple with you wherever you go . This will protect you from witches.
Don’t go back for seconds . Eat off other people’s plates when they get up to go to the bathroom.
Bring your own vegetables. That way you can throw them away wherever you are, and they won’t stink up your trash can.
Cut servings in half before you eat. Fill the empty swath between your portion halves with gravy, then eat both halves. You could put some dip on that gravy, you know. Just because your food’s got gravy on it doesn’t mean you couldn’t use some dip.
Cranberry sauce is a waste of time. It’s just fancy jam. That’s all it is. You could eat that at home.
Portion control . Don’t let your portions boss you around, I guess. Eat them. You’re the boss; they’re just amounts of food.
Remember: pecan pie has the most calories of almost any holiday dessert , so start with that and work your way down.
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Don't limit your Thanksgiving leftover sandwich to savories. Pie? Cake? See if you can fit them in too. Why not.
Forget bread — instead use two slices of pie to hold sandwich together!
This is a good plan. I'm hoping to do this with pecan pie.
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day – don't make the mistake of skipping it. Cut a thick slice of cake and eat it while binge-watching Law & Order as the rest of your family sleeps in.
This is religion in my family. Birthday cake, pie, any leftover dessert. If you want to get your fair share, better eat a slice before going to bed and another slice at breakfast. By afternoon snack it's probably gone.
Are you me the morning after family weddings?
Remember, cheese goes on everything. Cheese on mini souffles. Cheese dipped in bowls of cheese dip. Cheese sandwiched between other pieces of cheese. Cheese wrapped and baked in cheesy puff pastry. Use a slice of cheese as a napkin, then eat it. Fill a punch bowl with cheese, serve it out with a ladle. Cups of melted cheese in place of hot cocoa. Cheese, bubbling in great steaming cauldrons, poured on your enemies. Cheese in the walls. Cheese sacrifices to the solstice dawn. Cheese everywhere you can touch, cheese wrapping around you like a blanket, cheese in your eyes and ears and mouth
I'm IN.
I see you have met my four-year-old.
Do you have a seat at your Thanksgiving table for me?
ohh hnnggghhhhhhh ::drowns in drool::
also: "you are allowed to eat one, if you eat two you will die."
Sounds like a wager to me!
My son just said,”challenge accepted”.
I feel like you know my soul.
Cranberry sauce is awesome! Make it with port wine, because it only requires half a cup of port, and then you can drink the rest of the bottle while you wait for it to finish cooking.
I prefer mine the way my mom makes it:
Make base sauce about one month ahead, with brandy. Put in one of those stoneware crock things with the rubber ring and locking lid. Top off with brandy, stir, leave on counter until Thanksgiving. Every week, check to make sure there are still brandy fumes coming off the sauce. If the fumes are weak, top off with additional brandy and stir. Remember, if the kids can't get a little drunk of the cranberry sauce, it's been made wrong.
The Toast does not endorse getting your kids a little drunk around the holidays OR cranberry sauce.
To be fair, when she's done with it it's practically a drink in it's own right rather than a jam.
Whatever, Imma make both of these recipes since my parents keep assigning me the duty of bringing the cranberry sauce at Thanksgiving. And booze makes everything taste better.
OFFICIAL TOAST STANCE
Enjoy your dry-ass turkey then.
THAT'S WHAT GRAVY IS FOR
I remember our mum always made brandy butter strong enough that we would get giggly and sleepy at pudding-time
My grandmother's cranberry sauce has mini marshmallows and far more white sugar by volume than cranberries, so I'm thinking I'm safe to keep consuming it.
The "inna can" stuff, however, is demon spawn. Cranberry SAUCE. Sauce is not meant to be sliced.
(I have friends who swear that "it's not really Thanksgiving without a slice from the canned stuff", and then I just stare at them in appalled silence.)
But, but, but…what about making the joke about "hand carving" it into the can shape? It's a tradition to make the bad joke!
I love canned cranberry sauce, with pride.
No, this is very wrong. Cranberry sauce in the form of a spread is just cranberries, and cranberries don't taste good. Cranberry sauce from the can is basically jello without the nauseating texture, and it is delicious.
Cranberry sauce is nonsense.
"Just make sure you show up irrational and dizzy, so those first two glasses of wine really pack a wallop."
I see you're familiar with how I operate at parties…
Wear a tent on New Year's Eve in the style of Andre Leon Talley. Fabulous!
I don't want to look like a weirdo. I'll just go with the muumuu.
"Ultimately aren't all calories sort of empty" is going to haunt me all day.
YES this is the advice I've been waiting for. Fuck moderation, we've got the rest of the year for that.
The cream-puffs are a perfect appetizer. Made of whipped cream and puff pastry, these squish down with no issues, and hey, whipped cream is just pre-butter.
I think you just blew my mind.
God damn water, so full of fluids. There should be a law.
When eating pie, leave the extra crust. Eat that crust with something else; dip it in pudding or hot chocolate, or top with whipped cream and eat it with your fingers. Then, dip your fingers in sprinkles and lick your fingers.
True story: a legitimate Dutch breakfast is bread with chocolate sprinkles on it.
The country of Germany sees Holland's bread with breakfast sprinkles and raises them a slice of bread with a straight-up chocolate bar on top.
Sprinkles on everything. Sprinkles on the pie. Sprinkles on the pudding. Sprinkles on the whipped cream topped extra crust. What do you eat before this? Turkey? Put some sprinkles on that.
as long as they are rainbow sprinkles. chocolate sprinkles are satan.
-The traditional post-Thanksgiving sandwich is not complete until it has more layers than a Byzantine archeological dig
-If someone brings out a plate of vegetables to dip in cheese fondue alongside the bread, slap them across the face for the insult and then kiss them for their sweet innocence
-Candy canes are best used as the foundation for candy kebabs. When there is no more candy left, a sharpened candy cane is handy tool to poke anyone who might suggest you've had enough to eat.
Ooo, candy kabobs!
Wrong – candy canes are best used as stirring sticks for peppermint schnapp-spiked hot cocoa.
Pro-tip: If your candy kebab is all marshmallow and chocolate, it can ALSO be used as a schanpps-stirrer! Delicious melted alcoholic chocolate and marshmallow for everyone!
Rub things on walls. Only eat them if the wall becomes transparent.
Hey, did you go to Hollywood Upstairs Medical College, too?
It's your window to weight gain!
BUTTER UP THAT BACON, BOY!
Be sure to wear your Thanksgiving pants.
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So: Halloween, 1999. I am almost 7 months pregnant. I do let my 4 year old keep some of his trick-or-treat haul, but that's it. I am DONE with restraint.
Thanksgiving: 1 pecan pie for me, 1 pecan pie for the rest of you suckers. Pass the ice cream.
Hanukkah: Yeah, gelt is disgusting. I don't care. Spin the dreidel and give me all the coins,
My birthday: CAKE! The only surprise at this surprise party is how much food I can pack away while still chatting with guests.
Christmas: "Did you see that fudge? Over on the snowflake plate? It's sooo good, you should… oh, wait. Never mind. Mel got there already."
Y2K: "Check out my cache of food, we are totally set for the breakdown of society and mob rule!" "Yeah, if you wanted that to still be true on New Year's Day, you shouldn't have invited Mel to the party."
That kid was born two weeks early and he was over 9 pounds. Round as the damn full moon, his head was. Best holiday season ever.
i look forward to pregnancy.
Just don't screw up and be heavily pregnant during the summer. Everyone's all "oh, you're probably hot, have a glass of water!"
Then they go off and drink margaritas and laugh at you.
I speak from bitter experience.
(Also, that's the birth during which people brought BBQ to my labor room for dinner, like, I HAD A PIECE OF TOAST 14 HOURS AND SEVERAL UNPLEASANT BODY FUNCTIONS AGO, I AM NO LONGER NAMING MY CHILD AFTER YOU, DAD, so that pregnancy taught me a lot.)
TAKING NOTES OVER HERE.
Good. If my bitter experience can help but one Toastie enjoy refreshing summer beverages, it's been worth it.
You know, there's an old myth that it's better to agree to be on the clean-up team so you can arrive at a holiday event and immediately position yourself in an armchair to start noshing on appetizers and knocking back aperitifs. But as any seasoned holiday eater knows, it's always MUCH better to help out with cooking. That way you have ample excuses to "taste" several spoons of mashed potatoes, eat the extra cookie dough right out of the mixing bowl, make sure that the gravy is good by dunking multiple pieces of bread in it, etc. without anyone watching but the rest of the cooks. Who will also be stuffing their faces with cheese slices that just won't fit onto the cheese tray, asking the other 5 people in the kitchen if they could please each try some of the hummus and make sure there's enough tahini in there, and pouring entire bottles of the "cooking" wine down their gullets.
By helping out with cooking, or even just hanging out in the kitchen acting like you may start to help out at any time, you can get in that all-important pre-meal gluttony and also add extra butter to every dish in order to optimize everyone else's holiday mealtime experience.
"hanging out in the kitchen acting like you may start to help out at any time" best idea!!
This is my ideal version of cooking with friends. I'll just be over here, loitering around the table, ready to pitch in. There's just this thing I have to do first…
Bonus: You get to skip out on cleaning up after, so you can achieve full catatonia on the sofa as you enter fat and happy hibernation.
It's even VIRTUOUS full catatonia, because after all, you just spent the entire afternoon on your feet in the kitchen (drinking wine)
I love the day-after shift: after everyone goes home, after I've done a cursory clean-up, after I've slept and rested. I've learned to hold back a tiny bit of each party dish for myself, for later, for eating in my pajamas after the party's long over.
A dear friend even gave me a stash of single-sized sparkling wine bottles so I can enjoy the drink-or-two (which is really all I want on my own) along with my day-after party treats of savory pastries or paté or cheeseball with grapes and crackers. Ahhhhhhhh.
Totally my whole family. We LIVE for leftovers.
A. MEN.
Wait, you're implying that nog is NOT alcoholic…?
If you're drinking fancy homemade nogs, we are two very different kinds of people. The cartons they sell in the milk case at the Safeway are not alcoholic, at least not yet.
That's why you pour rum in your nog glass, silly!
Remember, nothing evades your stupid aunt's questions about how single you are like a big piece of pie stuffed in your mouth so she can't understand what you're saying. Bring pie as your date to parties!
Bonus: If your pet names for loved ones include sweetie pie and pumpkin, this will be an easy transition.
You will eat again! I promise.
I'm living overseas from my family with a vegetarian husband – usually a coworker takes pity on me and brings me a leftovers plate on Black Friday (THAT'S RIGHT BECAUSE I'LL BE AT WORK).
At least you'll get better!
If all else fails, look for January birthday parties to attend.
When I worked retail, where from Thanksgiving on it's a full-tilt scramble to get through December, I persuaded my bosses to throw our big staff party in the doldrums of January.
It.
Was.
TREMENDOUS.
And it became a tradition for a few years: get through December, then close down the shop for an evening in January for a party.
A party in January, when the bustle and tinsel is all past, really brightens up the winter. It changed our party from just one more busy event full of pressure to something relaxed and expansive, a rare chance for all of the staff to unwind and socialize together. It was dreamy.
"Stay away from protein and fiber" – What? Noooooo! You can keep your dry-ass turkey, sure, but this is also the season for prime rib and honey baked ham and oysters and Dungeness crab and I plan to eat my fill (and then some).
Aw, I have been there – and recently – so I feel your pain quite acutely.
But I promise that you'll be able to eat food again, and that your deprivation will make both your sensory pleasure and, once you're solidly back in the saddle (the food-saddle, the best kind of saddle) your anticipatory delight even keener.
Hope you're on the mend soon!
OH GAWD I JUST REALIZED: I can make an entire batch of Chex mix, all crunchy and salty and with the little crumbly bits translucently dark and greasy with butter-soaked Worcestershire sauce, and KEEP IT ALL FOR ME. I am a grown-up and no one can prevent me from doing it.
Not if you go and TELL US about it, you can't. I mean, this is the internet.
WE WILL FIND YOU.
We will stalk you.
We will eat your Chex mix.
It wouldn't be so sad if the buckets of Chex mix disappeared into the all-ravenous maws of people who appreciate it as much as I would, instead of being greeting with "Oh, Chex mix. That's nice!"
Maybe I should host a holiday Chex open house, only for the people who are Chex-wild enough to hunt me down in person, in which we will just fill the living room ankle-deep in Chex mix and lie down in it, eating and crawling and eating and crawling.
I got a stomach bug after eating Chex mix once, and now it has joined Cherry Surprise cookies on the list of things I can never eat again.
Oh, that makes me so sad for you. If you would like me to accompany you to all your holiday parties and eat up all the Chex mix to protect you, I would be happy to help. I don't know what Cherry Surprise cookies are, but I'm pretty sure I can take care of all of those, too.
But really: UGH, how awful! That happened to me hours after my favorite lunch at my favorite restaurant, and, two years later, I still haven't been able to eat that lunch again.
You just made me remember that I love Chex Mix, and haven't had it for YEARS. Now I must have it. NOW.
pigs in blankets
pigs in blankets
pigs in blankets
My cousin makes these every Christmas and they account for at least 66% of my 4,000-calorie intake over the course of the day.
An excerpt from an actual conversation I had with [REDACTED] upon her discovery that I make mini apple and blueberry pies, 6 inches across, to go along with the full-sized pumpkin pie for our household of two.
Her: Oh, that's smart – so you can cut tiny little pieces and not go off your… [ looks me up and down ] diet.
Me: NOPE, it's so I can pick it up and eat it out of hand while pretending I'm a giant.
WTF? Who would cut slices out of a 6-inch pie? That shit is perfectly hand-sized. Carry on (also, send pies).
Who would cut slices out of a 6-inch pie?
Someone who murders joy and hates her body and, not incidentally, disapproves of my relative comfort with mine? I'm just spitballing here, but it checks out.
To be honest, in the wake of some (minor) medical/digestive unpleasantness, I probably will be eating my Thanksgiving pies with greater restraint this year (and also probably won't fill a kiddie pool with Chex mix and loll in it until I can't hold my head up), but my restraint will be reluctant and necessary, not because I think it's virtuous.
I don't even really like pie (I know, I know), but now I really want make mini pies and pretend I am agiant while eating them.
Also highly recommended: tiny loaf pans to make tiny loaves of bread. Then you'll feel fully justified in stomping around growling "FEE FI FO FUM" while you tear into your bread loaf with your GIANT HANDS AND TEETH.
Oooohhh a bread eating giant! Excellent. I do love bread!
!!!
That's incredible.
YOU are incredible.
<3
These are also great tips for attending the open bar socials at academic/research conferences.
I swear to god, if my cousin whispers "a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips" to me at our family holiday gathering like she did last year, I'm going to shove an entire yule log in my mouth while maintaining steady eye contact with her.
I'll be there in spirit, cheering you on.
I really want to see that. I'm picturing it cartoon-style: you open your mouth wiiiiiiiiide, insert the butt-end of the buche de Noel, put your flat palm against the other butt-end, and push it with steady pressure into your mouth. Tiny flecks of ganache and cake crumbs skitter about your face and the high buzz of a wood-chipper issues forth as your mouth reduces the Yule log to a delicious nothing.
If the world was just, a pack of Twinkies would materialize out of thin air every time someone says that JUST so you can pop one into your mouth whole and chew slowly while maintaining unblinking eye contact.
… as "Bootylicious" plays in the background.
Well now I know what to say to reallllly irritate certain people I want to start avoiding me. This is excellent ammo, thanks.
(Also, there was a Simpsons when someone was injecting butter or cream or something equally delicious into the food Homer ate – it was a carnival? it was poison? doesn't matter – anyway, you need one of those to syringe fat surreptitiously into your cousin's entire meal.)
justifiable homicide, right there.
This is the best thing ever.
Real conversation earlier today:
"I don't have anything for breakfast."
"There's cake."
Go slow and steady. You can fit way more calories in if you just never stop bringing food to your mouth and never give yourself time to digest anything. This 'constant eating' technique also prevents others from getting the good stuff.
How long did it take to come up with "if the glass ain’t fogged, your drink’s not nog"? Knowing you I'm guessing about zero seconds.
You are correct.
I came here hoping for a post on workouts, but this’ll do.
Yes.
This will do quite nicely.
Thank you.