Twas The Week Before Christmas (with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)

wonder if Rudolph is grassfed?

wonder if Rudolph is grassfed?

‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all across foodie blogs

There was talk of much feasting – roast turkey! baked hogs!

Inboxes bulged with questions aplenty:

“Can I make that non-dairy?”, “Do you think that feeds twenty?”

Paleo, primal, low-carb or Whole30

If the turkey’s not pastured someone’s bound to get shirty.

Christmas cookies are baking for Santa to eat

After intermittent fasting all year, he deserves a treat.

All eagerly wait for the sound of a hoof

as a grassfed reindeer alights on the roof.

But before the festivities, there’s food to prepare

So with gnashing of teeth, and pulling of hair

Home chefs turn to the web for paleo mince pies

While non-paleo guests react with surprise:

“You made these yourself? With no gluten? That’s great!”

(You should see what I do with a chestnut and date)

And don’t forget the eggnog, fit for the non-dairy crowd

Even the lactose-tolerant try it, and are dutifully wowed.

All across the land, foodies are winning the war,

Showing that healthy festive fare need not be a bore.

Gather your loved ones close, and feed them something yummy

Because the way to the heart’s definitely through the tummy.

By the time dinner’s done, the guests are convinced

and they’re asking for recipes before the first plate is rinsed.

They entered skeptical, they leave on a mission:

To stop trusting the FDA when it comes to nutrition.

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