I made eggnog French toast, hash brown casserole, played short order cook with eggs-your-way, and made biscuits and gravy just like my grandmother (except with the help of Grande’s, instead of homemade biscuits—after all, we were on a schedule!). I had coffeecakes that were homemade, and even more from our favorite bakery, and went through enough coffee to keep a small plantation in business.
We mixed it up with a little takeout, a little pizza, and a few of our favorite restaurants along the way. The point is, food was the least of our worries. The decisions were easy, with no awkwardness over who would pay. The house was full of friends and family and full of homespun food that made everyone relaxed and happy.
That’s what happens when you make company meals at my house. Comfort and flavor over elegance or fancy cuisine. Room to push back and have a piece of pie and another cup of coffee or tea. Time to talk, watch the children play, and have an adult conversation.
Now it’s back to long work days and short dinners if dinner even makes it on the schedule. But for just a while, during the holidays, there was time for company. In the best possible sense of the word.