I awoke this morning with a vision of warm turkey, dressing and gravy for breakfast.
It's the day after Thanksgiving, and why not start the day with some turkey-day leftovers? Then, we can have turkey sandwiches for lunch. And for the evening dinner, we can chow down on leftover mashed potatoes, gravy, green-bean casserole and – yeah, you know what's next – more delicious turkey.
This weekend, Anne can make her mouthwatering turkey tetrazzini. After that, I can make my turkey pie or maybe turkey soup. We'll be gobbling turkey for several days, I can assure you.
Maybe then I can attack my latest diet-and-exercise program. However, I won't earnestly begin until that refrigerator in our kitchen is empty of all the Thanksgiving goodness.
That reminds me of all the newspaper and magazine articles that always appear before Thanksgiving, telling us what not to eat on the bountiful turkey-day table. I'm sure you've seen them – "How to avoid the big calories this Thanksgiving," for example.
Are they serious? Are you kidding me? Any editor who allows such pap on his or her news and feature pages should be thumped upside the head! We are supposed to pig out on Thanksgiving! It's not only our right; it's a traditional obligation!
Imagine this conversation:
"Remember how trim and fit Howard was on Wednesday?"
"Sure. He works out and watches what the eats all the time."
"Well, yesterday, that boy made a glutton of himself during the Thanksgiving meal, and now, the very next day, he looks like a 300-pound slob."
See what I mean? We should not avoid any of those delicious, delectable, savory dishes on Thanksgiving, because we can hit the gym the next day or jog a few miles or finish raking, mulching and bagging the autumn leaves in our yard. One episode of pigging out during a long-established, time-honored, all-American, family banquet – followed throughout that wonderful day with leftover bird and plenty of pie – will wreck neither your health nor your waistline.
So, I hope you ignored those stupid articles and your prissy cousin who works out at
24-Hour Fitness in her expensive exercise outfits. I hope you chowed down heartily yesterday, with great enthusiasm, relishing the flavors, textures and goodness of all
that holiday food. I hope you later ate a sloppy sandwich of turkey, dressing and cranberry sauce and washed it down with a couple of brews – and not any of those sissy light beers – as you watched the Ravens come back to beat the Steelers, all the while grazing on those yummy football-game snacks placed out on the coffee table.
Remember what we've discussed here for next Thanksgiving, when we will eat, drink and be thankful with guilt-free gusto. I'll remind you in about 363 days.
Now, it's time for some more leftovers. Got my eye on a wing. I love those wings.
It's the day after Thanksgiving, and why not start the day with some turkey-day leftovers? Then, we can have turkey sandwiches for lunch. And for the evening dinner, we can chow down on leftover mashed potatoes, gravy, green-bean casserole and – yeah, you know what's next – more delicious turkey.
This weekend, Anne can make her mouthwatering turkey tetrazzini. After that, I can make my turkey pie or maybe turkey soup. We'll be gobbling turkey for several days, I can assure you.
Maybe then I can attack my latest diet-and-exercise program. However, I won't earnestly begin until that refrigerator in our kitchen is empty of all the Thanksgiving goodness.
That reminds me of all the newspaper and magazine articles that always appear before Thanksgiving, telling us what not to eat on the bountiful turkey-day table. I'm sure you've seen them – "How to avoid the big calories this Thanksgiving," for example.
Are they serious? Are you kidding me? Any editor who allows such pap on his or her news and feature pages should be thumped upside the head! We are supposed to pig out on Thanksgiving! It's not only our right; it's a traditional obligation!
Imagine this conversation:
"Remember how trim and fit Howard was on Wednesday?"
"Sure. He works out and watches what the eats all the time."
"Well, yesterday, that boy made a glutton of himself during the Thanksgiving meal, and now, the very next day, he looks like a 300-pound slob."
See what I mean? We should not avoid any of those delicious, delectable, savory dishes on Thanksgiving, because we can hit the gym the next day or jog a few miles or finish raking, mulching and bagging the autumn leaves in our yard. One episode of pigging out during a long-established, time-honored, all-American, family banquet – followed throughout that wonderful day with leftover bird and plenty of pie – will wreck neither your health nor your waistline.
So, I hope you ignored those stupid articles and your prissy cousin who works out at
24-Hour Fitness in her expensive exercise outfits. I hope you chowed down heartily yesterday, with great enthusiasm, relishing the flavors, textures and goodness of all
that holiday food. I hope you later ate a sloppy sandwich of turkey, dressing and cranberry sauce and washed it down with a couple of brews – and not any of those sissy light beers – as you watched the Ravens come back to beat the Steelers, all the while grazing on those yummy football-game snacks placed out on the coffee table.
Remember what we've discussed here for next Thanksgiving, when we will eat, drink and be thankful with guilt-free gusto. I'll remind you in about 363 days.
Now, it's time for some more leftovers. Got my eye on a wing. I love those wings.
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