By Ray Steele
Special to the Times Free Press
As the great songsmith Johnny Mercer wrote, I'm old fashioned. Especially now, because the holidays are here; Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukkah, another Blue Star Ointment Bowl for the Georgia Bulldogs, or whatever else you celebrate.
As Andy Williams still sings (I think), it's the most wonderful time of the year, except for a very sad group of people who lecture me on how to lighten up my holiday meal. Born to bring depression and guilt to the holidays, they are dietitians.
Merriam-Webster defines dietitian as "someone who specializes in dietetics." If that is the case, dietetics must be the practice of making you feel as if you are an Empire State-size pool of offensive-tackle cellulite because you dare to enjoy the concept of flavorful food.