ATE: Not every day is Christmas. But Christmas is.

This is a thing that happened. It is sad.

When I was a child, my father forbade Kraft Dinner. But when I slept over at Jamie Nickerson's house I got to eat it and I thought it was amazing.

Someone who won't be named (my mother) thought it would be hilarious to give me a present to put under my Christmas tree, only to have that present turn out to be Kraft Dinner. I said I didn't want presents, not that I wanted insults.

Well Robyn Doolittle is trashy, right? She likes KD. So I brought it to her. She wasn't at the office the day of the Mayor's levee. I dropped it off for her, and picked up a gift she had left for me.

What a comedic triumph, Doolittle. You're the Roseanne Barr of One Yonge Street. Well the joke was on you. Because I ate that KD, while watching Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon eat far better food. And despite the prodding of nostalgia, I did not enjoy it, no matter how much truffle I shaved on top.

Strips of braised beef cheeks frying up, topped with cheddar ...

... for cheek burgers, the first course on Christmas. Stole the idea from Holy Chuck, where they make a lot ( A LOT) of different burgers. But just get the bacon double cheese.

Quinoa, chestnuts and n'duja. Brought it to Max's mom's for Christmas. It was dwarfed by all the other good food.

An amaranth and chocolate snack that I got at Tierra Azteca, a convenience story, check-cashing place, restaurant.

I can't say why. But I didn't enjoy this beef and rapini lunch at all.

I know I shouldn't. But I want all these cushions on my sofa. I want to rest my head on the cupcake and put my feet up on the pancakes. But adulthood, and reason, must prevail.

Let the record show that since JJ brought me these English candies, I have only eaten 4 of them (Ok 6. Fine, 10).

Christmas dinner.

Max, having a good time cuttin' up the head.

Head carnage.

Treated myself to a big bowl of pappardelle, tomatoes an beef cheek.

I don't normally eat like this anymore. But this was my favourite holiday meal. Christmas morning, leftover challah, n'duja and coffee. Then I was like, "Before I go to the movies, I'm definitely going to name the people who were tweeting #RIDE locations last night".