I’ve always said ham is my favorite thing to have around the holidays, but lately it seems I’m really focused on stuffing.

Stuffing a lot down.

It is human to stuff stuff... Store it away thinking, I’ll get to this. And then 15 years pass and you still have that stuff. Only it’s stuffed further down. Further out of reach. Harder to un-stuff.

Then something happens. Too much stuff gets stuffed. Nothing can contain it anymore. It all comes shooting out at once. It’s scary and eye opening. If it’s too much, we gather it all up, throw it in that empty space and close the lid. Bury the stuff. Contain the things that aren’t meant to be contained.

I hope next year I go for the salad.