Matzoh Ball Hangover

I have a tendency to fix more food at parties than any reasonable person would ever want to eat. That means that the rest of the week is spent pleading with various strangers to finish the leftover kugel cause if you look at it one more time you'll faint, but tossing it would cause you physical pain.

We're sorry we weren't finished with the thing yet, but we are almost done, and if we didn't have jobs whereat scary bosses yell and jobs whereat our colleagues get stuck in Vegas leaving us with the 5 am layout shift, respectively, we would have pulled through and finished tonight.

Could I perhaps make it up to you with some marinated chickpeas? Some fruit salad? Five cups of charoset?