Leftovers, with ham

Sunday. Still eating through the fridge. I rolled ham into the mix on this plate because my mom had sent us home with a good hunk of it, and I’d made mac and cheese on Thanksgiving that my husband had spent three days quietly protecting. The meal is basically the same plate as Thursday with extra features. I don’t count leftover plates as new dinners. But I took a picture anyway.

A round plate with two thick slices of pit ham, a pile of cavatappi in cheese sauce, a scoop of stuffing with sausage in it, a smooth mound of mashed potatoes with a puddle of gravy, halved brussels, and a soft yellow dinner roll.