Thankful for Leftovers
As usual, Thanksgiving boasted a wonderful meal. Some dressing
here, some sauerkraut there, some green bean salad in the corner,
potatoes everywhere, biscuits on top, and turkey.
Yum – turkey. And that was just my plate. This year, like every
year, did not dissappoint.
I’m thankful it didn’t. We held the annual meal at our home
this year, something that is rapidly becoming tradition.
The house dared to tempt the fire code as it was stuffed with
18 members of our family. That meant there was lots of
cleaning, lots of commotion, and, yes, lots and lots of
leftovers.
The direct result of that is that I’m very, very full. Day
old table scraps entered my gaping maw as we entertained some
close friends on Friday. On Saturday, we ran off to Pennsylvania
to partake of the leftovers of the wife’s sister. Sunday found
us back at home, cleaning the various containers in the fridge in
the hope that nothing goes to waste. In the last four days,
I haven’t seen a plate that doesn’t feature some mashed potatoes.
Four days after Thanksgiving, I’m still very thankful.
Of course, my gut probably can’t take much more of this.
I’m quickly starting to understand why bears hibernate
all winter. Thankfully, the supplies are finally running
low. In one day soon, lunch will again become a reality.
I’ll no longer spend my time lurching for the couch in a
tryptophan daze.
One last note: James Lileks wrote a great little blog
entry (you might have to scroll down to Thursday)
that just put me in the Thanksgiving mood at just the right time. If you
get a chance take a peek. I’d like add one more on my
personal list:
I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving holiday.
May your belly be as full as mine.
