This morning, the leftover cottage cheese loaf beckoned. Our family absolutely loves to eat it cold next day in slices. My dad even makes a sandwich with ketchup, like it’s a meat loaf. My sister and I slivered bits off and ate them sitting on the kitchen counters with our legs swinging loosely in pajama pants. I enjoyed coffee with mine, and she warmed a baked potato with butter. It was a nice morning, reminiscent of childhood.