Thanksgiving leftovers
Reading this reminds me of the happy fact that there wasn’t a single political discussion at my family’s Thanksgiving celebration yesterday. For me that’s a big relief, because my experience is that such things never, never, never lead to anything good.
Did I eat too much yesterday? You betcha, but not enough to become ill.
My favorites? Too numerous to mention, but probably the cranberry compote my sister-in-law always makes, the sauerkraut in wine (yes, sauerkraut) a friend brings, and an amazing sweet potato puree with goat cheese mixed in (sounds bad but it was very good; the goat cheese is unidentifiable, and it gives the whole thing a light creaminess), and a Nesselrode pie minus the little died fruit thingees that sometimes reside there to trap the unwary.
The weather was beautiful, too. I’m in the country, so when I took my usual walk I had to wear orange because it’s deer season. A tiny bit frightening, especially every time I heard rustling in the woods, which was often.
And today—why, turkey salad and turkey soup, of course.
We’re of the “No More Turkey EVER!” school of thought. Just don’t like the stuff.
Went to a local restaurant and had Maryland Crab Cakes (me) and Braised Scallops Over Corn Fritters (she).
Satisfactory!
SALAD? SOUP?
Too soon. Too soon. Today is the day of that most WASP, that most white sandwich, the Turkey Sandwich.
White Bread
White Turkey
White Mayo
Acceptable additives: Iceberg lettuce, cranberry sauce.
Accept no substitutes!
Soup and salad are for when the makings of the white sandwich are all gone. Third day minimum.
Go, my child, and sin no more.
You can also sneak a little cranberry sauce into that white bread/white turkey/white mayo sandwich, if vanderleun isn’t looking. But I agree with him that it’s too soon for soup. We’ll have that made by Sunday.
Oh wait, now I see that cranberry sauce is a listed acceptable addition, so there’s no need to sneak around. Phew.
I knew enough to give “The Cranberry Exception”