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.
Perfect weather: a bright blue sky with shiny puffs of cotton-candy shaped clouds, the sun warming my hair and no rain in sight. It’s a day where I sit outside in an old green lawn chair and watch the red cardinals and finches and funny birds with yellow mohawk haircuts visiting and eating from the bird feeder. I don’t chase the squirrels away, they eat the sprinkled food I leave on the ground for them. I laugh as they play and chase each other around always looking glassy-eyed and shocked. I love to see the bright yellow dandelions popping up amongst the green grass. I stare at the brightness of the yellow flower and the puffy, soft bristles that we blew in the wind when we were innocent children, making wishes, believing they would come true.
I would have a picnic outside with family and friends because we all know that everything tastes so much better if you eat it outdoors. Sandwiches on rye bread, thick with cheese and ham or cucumbers, tomatoes and mozzarella cheese on French bread with a drizzle of light green olive oil and a sprinkling of black pepper and pungent oregano. Art in a sandwich. We would drink home-made lemonade, sweet with sugar and the juice of many yellow, spongy lemons. There would be a variety of sugar cookies, spicy ginger snaps, chocolate chip brownies and my famous banana bread moist, rich with plump raisins and a dusting of brown sugar. Sunshine, sugar, sweetness, the essence of my soul; while these magical days don’t come often, we appreciate them more when they do appear, like a gift from the sky.