Food and alcohol are like Xanax during the holiday season. From Thanksgiving until Christmas there is a never-ending barrage of family gatherings that seem to take place on eggshells. It comes in so many different forms. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been warned that Grandma’s good china can’t go in the dishwasher, or been told how poorly I drive on the way to or from family gatherings. For each one of the nags and complaints I drown them in booze and then toss back fattening carbohydrate lifeboats….