You are staring at the mountain of lentils and cotechino your mother/husband/mother-in-law/Uncle Arthur has just placed in front of you. You have gulped, twice. For you are grimly aware that you have already committed many unpardonable excesses in the field called gluttony over the past week. Your enrolment at the gym is still a promise, a hope, a possibility …. Santa did not bring you the expensive exercise bike you really really wanted …. Your belt seems to have shrunk recently. You desperately need something to get you through the task of respecting the New Year traditions of the table without causing offence. Would a dash of socio-historical flavouring help? Pulcinellapasta is here to provide it….