There's a particular kind of magic that happens in kitchens the day after Thanksgiving. The house still smells faintly of yesterday's feast and families move a little slower savoring the lingering warmth of togetherness. It's in these quiet moments that I've learned one of life's most beautiful lessons: Nothing given with love is ever truly used up.

My mom and grandmother taught me this truth, though not with words. They taught me by the way their hands moved over a turkey carcass the morning after Thanksgiving, not seeing scraps but possibility. They'd say, "the bones hold the story of the meal. Don't throw away the story."

This year, I invite you to honor that wisdom by transforming your turkey bones into gumbo, a dish that, like Thanksgiving itself, is all about bringing people togeth

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