I rarely saw much of New Year’s Day morning in my twenties. Back then, the holiday was all about the night before, with glitzy parties that stretched into the wee hours. Now I want nothing more than to wake up early, get the coffee going, and catch a few moments of solitude before the kids charge into the kitchen, raring to get breakfast started. The day is the culmination of what always turns out to be a crazy holiday season—and after so many party trays and pretty cocktails, rich desserts and extravagant entrées, all we really want is food that comforts, flavors that are familiar, and loving family and friends to share it all with.