I’ve always had a soft spot for stuffing.
Not the artisanal kind with dried cherries or house-made brioche cubes. I mean the stovetop boxed stuff—the kind you can make in ten minutes and somehow tastes like childhood, comfort, and permission all at once.
If I’m being honest, it’s my favourite part of the whole Thanksgiving spread. I could skip the turkey entirely and be perfectly content with a bowl of stuffing. And here’s the funny thing: I’d happily eat it any time of year. Turkey? Maybe twice a year at best. Stuffing? Absolutely fair game on a Tuesday in March.
There’s a quiet lesson tucked in there.
We spend a lot of time centering the “main event” of our lives—big goals, big projects, big seasons, big moments—thinking they’re what everything else should orbit around. But sometimes the part we enjoy most isn’t the centrepiece at all. Sometimes it’s the side dish we barely think about until it’s on the table.
The things that nourish us aren’t always the things that make the headlines.
So as the week unfolds—holiday or not—it might be worth asking: What’s the stuffing in your life?
What’s the simple thing you don’t need a special occasion for? What brings comfort, rhythm, or delight even when the rest feels elaborate and over-engineered?
Notice it. Honour it. Let it take up more room on your plate.
And if that thing happens to be actual stuffing… well, I won’t judge. Pass the box.
