Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, in part because it seems to last forever. A four day weekend? Who wouldn’t love a holiday that granted that?

I also love Thanksgiving because it has the best food of any holiday. Most years, it’s my job to make mashed potatoes for the family gathering. I generally try to make enough so that there are plenty of leftovers?

Why?

Because then for several days after, I can enjoy one of my favorite breakfasts: mashed potatoes with ketchup.

It’s hard to say exactly when I started eating mashed potatoes with ketchup. Maybe I was in eighth grade, maybe in fourth. I also used to add jelly, but that habit died quickly. Kris, of course, doesn’t care for my breakfast of champions. “That is gross,” she tells me.

“It’s delicious!” I say. “You like french fries and ketchup, don’t you?”

“It’s not the same thing.”

“You’re right,” I say. “It’s better.”

And it is.