It’s two days after the big event. You’re just now waking up from the gastric coma. And, depending on how faithful you were to the Primal Blueprint throughout the week (a tall order, I know, especially for those of us who grew up eating carb-laden Thanksgivings), you’ll be recovering from varying levels of glycemic shock. Oh, sure, you tried to follow our Primal eating plans as best you could, but once the relatives started showing up bearing steaming trays of stuffing, flaky-crusted pies, and gallons of mashed potatoes… it all just sorta fell apart. That first tentative bite of cornbread dressing led to a second, and a third, and that’s where you lost control. Hey, I get it. We all get wistful for the food of yore, especially around the holidays.