Every time the clock rolls over into December 26, I cringe – not just ’cause my favourite holiday is over, and not just because I know we have months more of cold weather to look forward to – but because I know we’ve officially moved into the worst time of year: dieting season.
Everywhere I look these days, it’s detox-this and cleanse-that and people telling me they’ve never felt better as they choke down their tenth daily serving of what’s supposed to be kale-spirulina-lemon juice but really just looks like a glass of green sadness. So I found it particularly refreshing to stumble on this blog today: Eat Like A Hobbit.
Every year, these folks host a party on the Saturday nearest to Tolkien’s birthday (January 3) where they watch all three The Lord of the Rings films and eat the seven traditional hobbit meals: breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper. Apart from being an amazing excuse to actually use the word “elevenses”, the party acts as a fundraiser that raises money for organizations that are combating hunger in their community.
A party that’s socially responsible AND encourages the consumption of a lot of bacon at what is traditionally a time of self-deprivation? I’m so down. Even if you don’t want to get on board with this idea (since, real talk, eating seven meals a day is probably not nutritionally responsible), you can console yourself with the knowledge that if nothing else, at least you’re healthier than a hobbit.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to afternoon tea.