As I’ve said, holidays in my family usually involve a lot of food preparation in a particularly foodie-obsessive way: a different variety of exotic nut goes into the stuffing each time, that kind of thing. Then there is drinking of slightly too much wine, and people begin to argue about politics, and then someone changes the subject, and then people get tired, and go to bed.
Other people have Christmas parties that begin with Jell-O shots, and proceed to gunplay and chainsaws. Their fancy cookbook involves Jell-O Shots. (Note that the cookbook does not use the word “Jell-O” because the Kraft is wholesome and has nothing to do with liquor.)
Also I have discovered Diary of a Food Whore, which is a restauranteur/caterer’s diary of the indignities and hilarities of her trade. Her customers seem pretty evenly divided between people who are too lazy to cook, and crazy brides. All of them have guests who misbehave in one way or another, prompted either by an open bar or by an open buffet table.
Secretly Ironic 