Plus the holidays make my dad a little less stingy with his best booze. Tonight, for example, I got to sample a twelve-year-old corn whiskey of a brand I've not heard of; it was a very fine "reserve" and he said it was an absolute steal at $50 a bottle. There I sat, enthralled by what could possibly be the finest whiskey I've ever sipped at, and wondering if I've ever spent $50 total on a year's worth of whiskey. When you drink the absolute cheapest shit on the market, it makes the good stuff even better.
Can't think of a holiday edible that I hate, actually.