being pure as the wind driven snow this year. No fruitcake. Sigh. No cookies. Sigh. No eggnog. Sigh. Nothing with sugar or flour.
The craziest I got was eating a baked potato. Rolling eyes at myself.
(I still miss the fruitcake, though. I’m one of those odd people who LOVE fruitcake and plum pudding. Sigh times two.)