This isn’t a late Thanksgiving post. (This isn’t early either; I’m Canadian.) Whether you choose to celebrate on Sunday (as we did) or Monday (officially), me writing this on Tuesday may look like coming late to the turkey party. But I’m not. Not when the best part of Thanksgiving is the leftovers.
Start with pie for breakfast. I made enough pastry on Saturday for three: apple/blackberry, pecan, and the roasted vegetable galette we make for my brother’s vegetarian girlfriend. I suppose I could have eaten the latter with, maybe, a nice fried egg on top and called it brunch. But apples are fruit, and everyone knows fruit is good for breakfast.
Lunch is easy. Lunch is turkey sandwiches. Leftover dinner buns, leftover turkey, leftover cheese from the afternoon cheese plate. This isn’t the time for lettuce.
All night, the slow cooker was making stock. All day, a pot on the stove was making soup. The sweet potatoes break down to thicken the broth, and we added the peas we forgot to cook for the big meal. Even after Mom added enough turkey to call it turkey soup, there was so much more leftover.
We’ll be eating it all week. I’m thankful for that. But I wish my brothers had left some mashed potatoes.