NO leftovers this year, no turkey at my house, no house. I’m sad, sulking and starving. It’s been the first time in a long time that Thanksgiving was not held at our home, we went to my sister’s house and it was lovely. However, I have been dreaming and drooling about leftover turkey since last night and I have none. If I had been able to live at home and host Thanksgiving I would have plenty of leftovers. I would have tiptoed downstairs late last night, opened the refrigerator and displayed the leftovers on the table like a wedding dessert buffet. I would take pieces of white and dark meat turkey, haul out a large jar of Hellmann’s mayonnaise ( I am very brand loyal) and some Ocean Spray jellied cranberry sauce (again, brand loyal) and happily eat. I would pick things up with my fingers, I would have a bite of stuffing, maybe two. I would then go back upstairs and the next day, I would pile all the ingredients into one delectable sandwich and start all over again.