I have always really loved leftovers the day after a party, when you’re tired but basking in the afterglow of an exciting evening, and the fridge is full of scrumptious little morsels. I think this love of leftovers and of the day after the party goes back to my mother who hosted the best parties ever with absolutely amazing food. When people left, which was late, sometimes very late, I would help her clean up and stash the leftovers in the fridge. There was always something so nice about going to bed super late knowing all that good stuff was in there, that the next day we could have coffee and leftovers and rehash the evening together.
Oh, and I realized I forgot to light my book’s birthday candle, but that’s ok.
