Yesterday, hubby and I went for our annual Christmas brunch at the King Eddie hotel in Toronto. Let me say - any tradition where you get to eat and eat and eat and eat (delicious foods, no less) is a tradition that is just fine by me.
We started with the breakfast course, went on to the salads, then on to the antipasto and breads, followed by a main course and, of course, dessert.
The food was decadent, the Christmas decor beautiful, the atmosphere fantastic and the company - perfect. I've asked A. before if he wants to invite our parents to join us sometime, but for now he says he likes having it as a tradition for just the two of us. That's pretty cute.
Anyway, so yesterday's feast marks the first during a season full of over-eating, drinking and little to no exercise. Ahh... the holidays. They're so great, aren't they?