Every Christmas Eve, my mom cooked a big spread. Honey-glazed ham, mashed potatoes, green beans with bacon, a pan of c… See below
Every Christmas Eve, my mom cooked like the world was coming over. Honey-glazed ham, mashed potatoes, green beans with bacon, cornbread that made the apartment smell like safety. And no matter how tight money was, she always set aside a second plate. That plate wasn’t for guests. It was for Eli — the young homeless…