One of the delights of having your child home for Christmas break is finding that our kitchen, and the foods we cook for dinner, are no match for the array of foods available at the college cafeteria. It's not reallly a fair fight -- her school has been recognized as having superior meals for the students - but, still, the comparison gripes me, a bit.
In keeping with the season, though, I restrain myself from pointing out that in six months, she will probably be living on her own, and able to cook whatever she wants. Assuming she has the time. Or eat out whenever she wants. Assuming she has the money.
Ho, Ho, Ho !