When I was young, from time to time our family would have unexpected extra folk around at dinner time.
My mom was pretty unflappable. She didn't fuss or protest. She didn't worry aloud whether there would be "enough."
She'd have us set extra place settings. She'd stretch whatever main dish she was making, if she could- and she was expert at that.
And she would open applesauce.
Somehow, bringing out the applesauce- one extra offering on the table- made the plates still full even with smaller portions.
I wonder, what is your applesauce?
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On the plate? Or in life?
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