Ten years ago, I spent Christmas with my extended family in France. I do not remember what presents I gave or received. I do, however, remember the food and the wines that accompanied each course. The culinary experience was extraordinary beyond any measure. I also remembered that taking a second helping of any offering, however delicious, was dangerous because more courses would be coming, and holiday meals lasted several hours. What a shame to find oneself prematurely full! Did My Memory Play Tricks? As I approached my second Christmas in France, I wondered if perhaps my memory had played tricks