And there is no better day for leftovers than Thanksgiving, and the day after.
My favorite sandwich of the year is a tiny turkey sandwich on a separated twin roll, when The Feast: Part II, occurs on Thanksgiving evening. As we haul out all of the dishes and salads and relishes and sides from The Main Event that occurred several hours earlier, I eagerly anticipate this simple, unassuming sandwich.
One half of a fresh twin roll, extra heavy on the Miracle Whip, a few pieces of juicy white meat, extra heavy on the salt.
Heaven.
Two, maybe three, bites.
Repeated four, maybe five, times.
Use the bread as necessary to mop up the oil & vinegar dressing that escapes from the bean salad across the plate.
A slightly soggier version of heaven.
I'm thankful for an abundance of food and friends and family members, that all may be enjoyed, not only on this, the greatest day of the year, but tomorrow and the next day, and all year round.
So thankful.
"If a fellow isn't thankful for what he's got,
he isn't likely to be thankful for what he's going to get."
—Frank A. Clark
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