While the coffee brews and the kids sleep in Friday morning, I pull out the remnants of yesterday’s feast. Mashed potatoes become crispy potato cakes in the skillet, topped with a fried egg.

Turkey is tucked into warm biscuits with cranberry jam. I wake everyone up and we gather around the table in pajamas, plates piled high, hearts still full.
There’s no rush. No pressure. Just the quiet joy of being together.… Read More 🦃 Leftovers & Love Notes: A Thanksgiving Weekend Tradition