The Sunday after Thanksgiving
I think I like Thanksgiving leftovers as much or more than Thanksgiving dinner itself.
See at the dinner, the appearance of your plate is important. I go for balance on my Thanksgiving plate. Not too much of any one thing. An equal amount of Aunt Janet’s and Sister-in-law Dianne’s contribution is critical. And there is only one answer to the question, “Did you like the ________?” Of course you did. Give the wrong answer and you might get booted from the table before the pies came out.
The truth is not important at the Thanksgiving table. It is appreciation that counts. You can talk about how salty the dressing was in the car on the way home. But when you’re around that table everything is “So wonderful!” . . . (or else!).
Leftovers are a whole other ball game. By the next meal, you’ve had a chance to sample everything and make your post-Thanksgiving dinner choices appropriately. You can put gravy and/or cranberry sauce on everything. Appearance has nothing to do with it. But your leftover choices are all about gratitude. After Thanksgiving I’m really grateful for turkey dark meat and the crust at the bottom of the stuffing pan. I’m thankful that I’m the only one who knows that grandma’s pineapple casserole is hidden at the back of the refrigerator in that cool whip container.
This year, I’m thankful that we have an entire weekend between Thanksgiving and the onset of Advent. This is a very rare thing. So we better enjoy it while we’ve got it. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
Grace & Peace,
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