Last night, before I waddled into my carbo-induced coma and awaiting bed, I heard the song, The Way We Were. And this morning I’m still hearing the song, The Way We Were. Since I can’t eject the ditty from my internal soundtrack, I have decided to put my time to good use (since I moving slower than a slug in the summer sun), and alter the lyrics a wee bit, in honor of the day after Thanksgiving and the way I was.
Divine dollops, tasty trinity: creamed spinach, bread pudding & savory dressing
Leftovers (as sung to the melody of The Way We Were)
Leftovers
Line the edges of my plate
Globs of gravy-covered memories
Of the food I ate…
Scattered giblets
Platters heaped with home-cooked love
Morsels too rich to finish eating,
Of the food I left behind
Could it be that it was all so tasty then,
Or has tryptophan rewritten every bite?
If I had the chance to eat all again,
Tell me, would I? Could I?
Leftovers
May be delicious and yet,
While I ate too much to digest,
I simply have no regrets
For its all the trimmings,
I will remember
Whenever I remember,
The leftovers on my plate,
The leftovers on my plate,
A special thanks to Lisa and Erik for inspiring my in-head singalong, and for the kind of hospitality that makes a friend feel like family.
No Boz, your doggie bag is in the fridge.
Thanksgiving Pacific Northwest Style
The menu
Appetizers
- Cheese plate, spanikopita, cheese puffs
Dinner
- smoked chicken
- roasted chicken
- grilled salmon
- wilted chard, pine nut salad
- roasted winter vegetables
- sweet potato souffle
- creamed spinach
- buttered mashed potatoes
- savory, fruity bread dressing
- homemade sourdough bread
Dessert
- pumpkin pie
- Brioche bread pudding and whiskey hard sauce
Even though I’m plopped on the sofa unable to move from my post-gorge inertia, I’m thinking a little bread pudding with my morning coffee may be in order. (Just a little, really.) Warm wishes and full plates to you all.
What was on your Thanksgiving menu?
That sounds like a wonderful meal, and the song will help you remember it forever. Bread pudding for breakfast sounds fabulous.
There is nothing quite as wonderful as left-overs… or pudding for breakfast 🙂
Happy Thanksgiving Tom
Bread pudding! OMG…how could I have forgotten to make this yesterday! I’ll make up for it at Christmas 🙂
Google “Im sexy and I know it” and” The Way we Were” will be pushed right out of that pretty little head. Fabulous looking meal, I soooo miss good salmon here in SoCal 🙁 Did the Epicurious balsamic turkey with carmelized onion gravy… BEST GRAVY EVER!!!!
Ah Laura, gravy did you say gravy? (Drooling) Oh I’m hopping over to epicurious for the recipe and then perhaps a little visit to iTunes to dispel both of those songs. 😉
You can just see Boz trying to work out a solution to his dilemma….or maybe he’s just wishing he were a bit taller.
LOL. It’s too painful to remember….
Oh how funny!!
I love the menu–I had to make turkey (blech!!)
I would have much preferred roast chicken, but hubby has been a dear lately, so I had to be nice. But just this once!!
😀
Tom you are too hilarious! Love, love the menu, love the tunes, and especially the picture of Boz patiently waiting! By the way, this is scary…I woke up the other day with Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer in my head…all day!
Well, thanks for putting that tune in my head, Tom! At least visions of Robert Redford in his prime go with it! 🙂 Sounds like an outstanding time with some amazing food and I certainly think a little of that bread pudding for breakfast makes perfect sense. Jealous! (So I’m like Boz I guess. LOL)
Shirley
Now I’m singing the way we were. Great!
Oh my gosh – your plate of leftovers is a symphony! Love the menu, love the song and you’ve done it again – made me laugh. We had a rotisserie roasted turkey that darn near flew off the Weber, but shh, that’s the Big Guy’s secret. LOL Bread pudding – mmm, I know what I’m making later!
ROFL!! That is too funny!
Tom, Happy Thankgiving.
I’dlike to learn what the traditonal menu for Thanksgiving.
See you.
Happy Thanksgiving to you Tom and this looks like a mighty delicious one!
Our family’s claim to Thanksgiving fame is that my hubby barbecues the turkey and it is so delicious no one can believe their taste buds. He soaks mesquite wood chips in water, then places them on the coals just before the bird goes on the webber. He also makes a melted butter/herb combo and then soaks a sheet of cheesecloth with it and lays it over the turkey breast to keep it moist. It’s a smokey, juicy, flavorful treat. No more dried out turkeys for us!
Also, I plan to copy your TWWW original lyrics and will be singing them to my family next year. Way to go, Tom!
Wow Karen, does that sound delicious or what. Grillin’ Goodness for the holidays. Maybe that’s what I’ll do next year. Thanks!
Salmon, spinach, wild rice, green salad with pumpkin pie ice cream for desert.
We roasted a turkey breast so we could have turkey, cranberry, and horseradish sandwiches the next day!
Margaret, you had me a pumpkin pie ice cream. 😉
Too much on the plate(s) to write…as I was on the high seas enjoying so, so, so much food!
We need to catch up soon friend. Thanks for the email checking in. Much to chat about…makes the thought of a clown pale in comparison!
Thankful for you, our friendship and the much needed warmth you send to my heart…<3
Oh Tom,
How delicious! That plate makes my mouth
water 😛 And yes unfortunately the salmon here in So. CA sucks 🙁 Your song cracked me up 😀
I was lazy this year, and so I did something very
different…. I ordered Thanksgiving tamales from the Tucson Tamale Co. I was pleasantly surprised!! They are so awesome & yummy!! 😛
Roasted turkey , Fresh cranberry,onion,celery
with Fresh Sage Masa & Sweet Pumpkin Tamales for dessert!! They tasted exactly like
a slice of pumpkin pie with the spices being spot
on! I already want more and probably will order some before Christmas since it is only Nov. & Dec.for these bad boys! Again thanks for sharing a Vashon Island Thanksgiving!!
Roberta, I’m liking the turkey twist and bringing in some tamales. In the summer, we have a favorite stop in Eastern Washington (Yakima) where we eat our weight in homemade tamales, that is before hitting the fruit stands and farmers market.