After a four day stretch of eating I decided I’d skip breakfast this morning and give my body a little breather. Though there was a lot to reflect on this past weekend, my mother and I still managed to cook and devour more food than both of us thought possible, so much so, that I still feel full three days later. But to be clear, that first day was not the culinary highlight and, to be honest, never is for my family. Thanksgiving dinner is good, don’t get me wrong, but the picture below shows the true event in our house… leftovers.
From left to right, top to bottom, and chaos in between: stuffing, mashed potatoes, Schofferhofer Grapefruit (look it up then live it, love it, die for it), part of our 11 lb turkey, more stuffing, gravy, my Granny’s sweet pickles, caramelized sweet potatoes, sweet rolls, BUTTER, and cranberry sauce… in all their Tupperware, Pyrex, and Ziplock glory.
