Hopefully we all survived the annual American tradition of eating until we can’t eat anymore then taking naps. Thanksgiving.
In our house, we’ve never really been traditionalist, especially when it comes to holidays. Being a military family tends to make it hard to count on being in the same place every holiday or me being at home (which I wasn’t for most of them).
But we do like to eat. So yesterday, I smoked a little turkey. When my wife asked me what I wanted for sides, I suspect she expected the usual…potatoes, green bean casserole…those things. Nope. I told her flat out “look…let’s just get to the part we all like…leftovers.” She looked at me.
“Yep, I want turkey sandwiches and french fries.” She just laughed and said, “Fine, that’s fine. Suits me, less to cook.”
So that’s what we had. Turkey sandwiches and french fries.
It doesn’t matter what the menu has on it, or how much it has on it. What matters is who you’re sharing it with. Let love and laughter and even a cooky request for french fries on Thanksgiving.
Have a good rest of the weekend and be grateful. I am.
Chuck