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Raised on leftovers

This blog is for anyone who learned that love can show up in reused containers, stained handwritten recipes, and meals that stretch a little farther than planned.

I grew up in a house where leftovers weren’t second best, they were tradition. Where you didn’t waste what still had life in it, whether that was food, fabric or a hard day that just needed reheating.

Around here, you’ll find honest recipes, frugal kitchen wisdom, and stories from a home that values comfort over perfection. Some meals are simple, some are nostalgic, and most come with a side of real life.

This isn’t a place for polished countertops or fancy ingredients. It’s a place for full plates, second helpings, and the quiet joy of making something meaningful out of what you already have.

Pull up a chair. There’s plenty.