A signature of holiday cooking and eating is, logically, a host of holiday leftovers. After all, we tend to cook and eat more of everything in the first place, when holidays happen, so there’s bound to be more food around, and since most of us do fix more of our favorites on and for celebratory occasions, we’re a bit more likely to want to be careful not to waste them. Holiday leftovers are tastier than everyday ones, aren’t they.
So it is that remnants of glorious sweets will continue to lure us into the ever-so-aptly named larder and the refrigerator will, after Thanksgiving, still have some turkey lurking in it too. While a great turkey sandwich is far from restricted seasonally, the grand whole bird in its pure roasted form is less commonly perched on dinner tables outside of the Big Day, making it anything but boring to have the leftover turkey and its trimmings served without tremendous alteration at least once or twice after the party has passed.
This year, Thanksgiving at our house was both traditional and extended. Ten of us sat around the table: our musical friends from Germany (why did I write Austria, then?), Hungary, Canada, Puerto Rico, Estonia and the Netherlands as well as the US gathered with our plates of roasted turkey and a fair assortment of other treats and sweets, and though we had our feast the day before most others’, the ingredients of food, drink, and conviviality were the same, and the leftovers equally profuse. My prepped appetizers, turkey, mashed potatoes, wine/stock gravy, creamed sausage, and buttermilk cornbread (the latter two, parts of the planned southern cornbread dressing, remained separate at my husband’s request) were joined by dishes the others brought–Greek salad, squash puree, homemade whole cranberry sauce, and carrot cake and handmade Hungarian biscuits for dessert. My own dessert offerings were the apple pie and Tarte au Sucre.
The Tarte was not only a good excuse for ingesting vast quantities of fabulous dark maple syrup but, as I discovered, when it’s accompanied by salty roasted pecans it becomes a perfect inversion or deconstruction of pecan pie, another very traditional Thanksgiving treat in many homes. I made my Tarte with a crumb crust of mixed pecans and walnuts, so it was perhaps already a variation on a nut pie before the garnishing pecans even arrived on the scene. In any event, it pleased my maple-fiendish heart.
The idea of creating a meal of any sort, let alone a holiday meal, for a group of ten people and coming out with everyone perfectly sated but without a jot of leftovers is, of course, more mythical than mathematical. It’s in fact ludicrously unlikely to happen, even if the ten are all people one knows intimately and whose preferences and appetites never vary–also, to be fair, a virtual impossibility–so the question of how to manage the leftovers with the best grace remains. In our house, that problem is never terribly difficult. First visitation of this year’s re-Thanksgiving was a smaller and simpler version of the original, turkey and mashed potatoes, cornbread and cranberry sauce, with a side of buttered green beans and bacon. Meanwhile, I’d already started a slow cooker full of vegetables and giblets while the turkey was roasting, and added the bones and bits afterward, so there will surely be turkey-noodle soup soon to follow.
What comes after? Probably a little turkey curry or a sandwich or two, but not much more, because having grad students and young, single faculty members at table on the holiday also meant that it was rather important to see that they left with some leftovers of their own to carry them forward. Leftovers, truth be told, are really just a new beginning in their own way. Hospitality, you know, isn’t a solo; it requires participation. One person doing it all, no matter how perfectly, is not a party but a lonely and self-centered business and misses the point of the whole thing.
Let others partake, help, contribute. And yes, do give to them: share the feast, both in the party’s environs and in the sharing of all that surpasses what was needed for the moment. And share, first and foremost, your time and attention, your companionship and humor and warmth and love. Then there should be plenty of those for leftovers, too, or all the turkey and potatoes in the world will not be enough. Much better, more filling and fulfilling, to be so hospitable that it spills over everywhere.
left overs are always great for lunch the next day, but dessert left over is the best!
Best served for breakfast, lunch and dinner, too! I couldn’t agree more. 🙂
Alles sieht sehr lecker aus!
I cook the dinner just to make sure I have leftovers. As nice and stress-free as it is to be a guest, when 11:00 pm rolls around and there’s no turkey for a sandwich or piece of pie topped with whipped cream, I get cranky.
You are so right. Leftovers are not only necessary to the survival of the household, they are sometimes tastier after having a rest to further develop their flavors. And I’ll bet even Max occasionally gets a taste of some good clean meaty or other dog-friendly leftovers without any complaint whatsoever. 🙂
My mouth is drooling over you putting the sausage in cream for gravy…my stomach just flipped as I wrote this. LOL.
Oh my gosh! What is better…. the great food? The great company? It looks like a lovely, food-filled time. The creamy turkey soup looks great! Your pate and cheese plate also sings….MMM. Definitely a great Foodie Tuesday!
Thank you, Shanna, I think it’s safe to say we all had a pretty grand time. It’s a very convivial group of people, so there was plenty of laughing, and that’s my *very* favorite ‘dish’! All the leftovers went down pretty well, too, and even today I managed to pull out the last of *those*–I’d preserved some of the Tarte au Sucre and blended it thoroughly with half-and-half into a maple-nut sauce that went on top of caramelized pears and crumbled pralines for dessert when my girlfriend came to lunch. 🙂
Oh my gosh. So your leftovers are just as good as the meal. Your girlfriends are very lucky to lunch with you. I adore anything with the words “maple” and “nut” in the title. Be well, Kathryn! – Shanna
You are welcome to be maple-nutty with me anytime you show up at my place! Or any other kind of nutty you’d like. 😉 😀
Kathryn – Hehe! 🙂 Enjoy your evening! – Shanna xx