Christmas. This means my mom goes on a three-day cook-a-thon and my blood sugar climbs higher and higher each time I think about it. Mmmm, six pies, endless candies and cookies, my dad preparing the meal…it was all over too soon. It is an event you have to fast for, otherwise you undoubtedly miss out on something, and nothing can be missed. Man, I love that food. It only gets made once a year.