To quote from one of my favorite old TV shows, I love it when a plan comes together. The gifts were perfect and well-thought out. The activities at the church went smoothly. Gone are the years of 80-degree Christmases, since today is gray, overcast, cold, and rainy. We actually had a fire in the fireplace last night. Good friends are coming over tomorrow to help eat the Turducken. And I made some old favorites without destroying our low-carb lifestyle.
Every Christmas morning, we have Swedish Puff, a pastry whose origins have been lost in the mists of time. By the time my mother was given the recipe many moons ago, it was already old. It is a butter and flour crust, overlaid with a butter, flour, almond, and egg batter, which puffs up in the oven. It is then covered with a confectioner's sugar glaze and sliced almonds. I didn't change the crust or the batter, since it's high-fat and full of eggs, but I did do a substitution for the glaze: Erythritol, Splenda, butter, cream, Thicken Thin Not Sugar, and almond extract. It came out great.
We also have my Best Half's mother's dip recipe, which includes cream cheese, ketchup, horseradish, and Miracle Whip. We substituted with Heinz One-carb Ketchup, and used mayonnaise, vinegar, and Splenda instead of the starch- and sugar-filled Miracle Whip. To dip, we did use potato chips, which were lower carb than any cracker we could find.
Did we eat carb? Oh, yes. Did we eat as much as usual? Mais, non! We did not use the holy day as an excuse to eat anything that appealed to our former carb-driven inner beast. We substituted when possible, and I ate no candy, cake, pie, cookies, etc. We decided on what foods made it "Christmas," adapted them as much as possible, and ate in moderation. I do not say this with hubris, only the realization that it is possible to take control over what goes in my mouth. Believe it or not, that is a revelation to me.
Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah to my MOT brethren, and may the New Year bring what's best for you.