The day after Thanksgiving is my favorite eating day of the year. Every single thing on the plate has already proven itself and the pressure is off. I like my gravy as a little puddle directly on top of the mashed potatoes, not on the turkey. My husband stared at this setup with the face of a man watching me break a law. We’ve been married long enough that he just shakes his head and hands me a fork.
The day-after plate
