Thursday was a wonderful day, and the food was exceptionally good.
I ate a lot. A little too much. (shut up)
Yesterday was leftovers heaven. Made for a good dinner.
Today...we cooked at dinner, with no leftovers from the day before.
But supper has been a different story.
Daughter is saving one piece of dressing and her aunt's special corn for her supper when she gets out of the tub.
There's enough turkey for one more sammich.
A few green peas, a spoonful of cranberry sauce, that's about it.
There was a little bit of giblet gravy left, which I put on top of the little bit of mashed potatoes left and that was my supper. It's the best giblet gravy I've ever had, and I have told my sister-in-law that. She made it, she gets the credit.
In the morning there will be little or no signs of the Thanksgiving feast we had, which is probably true for most homes. Surely on day four it's history for almost everyone.
Most of us are ready to move on to roast beef, hot dogs or a nice juicy steak by Sunday.
Let's just hope all the pastors out there recognize who's who in the congregation as they waddle in tomorrow.
A few pounds can change a person's looks, you know.
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