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Dear lord above. I can not subside on dorm food after being reminded that there is food like this in the world. I hadn’t realized how seriously my family takes food until I came back from the horror of dorm food.

Since plans to head either south or northward have been postponed till after Christmas, we bake. I’ve spent the last few days in the kitchen, furiously stirring, chopping, whipping, mixing, blending and the like. We also made the traditional Christmas tamales and by jove, they are nothing short of amazing.

And the cookies! The piles and piles of them assaulting you at every turn. Russian teacakes, gingerbread by the pound after lonely pound, fruitcake cookies, macaroons, brandy balls, rum cakies, shortbread, something bearing a vague resemblance to lemon poppy seed marzipan, Alaska logs, thumbprint cookies, and just about every other possible form of sugar, butter and eggs.

But the worst- ( the tour de force )

I haven’t finished unpacking, or wrapping presents yet. I ought.