What's leftover, is a new day of hope

This is an aftermath post of food in my fridge and new company. A fellow doctoral student came over to debrief life and I happened to have ham, potatoes, green bean casserole and salad in the fridge. She fell in love with my mom's horseradish sauce and it was nice to have refrigerated contents to share. There was no bread to break (that was eaten), but were able to eat a dinner that wasn't from a drive through or that came with microwave instruction. And we had great conversation.

Leftovers are a karmic kiss for a weekday night and I am thankful.