Like many Americans, today’s lunch consisted of leftovers from Thanksgiving weekend. I can say there’s a good chance that tonight’s dinner will also be leftovers. And I’ll probably have even more tomorrow.
Many people opt to finish off the turkey the day after Thanksgiving, but Mrs. Cutter and I chose to head out on the town for some Japanese hibachi instead. (Which produced the unintended side effect of more leftovers.)
On Saturday night, since we had an ultra-rare overlapping of Thanksgiving and Chanukah, (Not sure what the Mayans were thinking with that one. The Mayans are the ones who made the calendar, right?) the family came over to our house for another big dinner of chicken parmesan and pasta. And sure enough, this meal resulted in even more leftovers in the fridge.
My mission for this week is to polish off as much of these leftovers as possible. Because if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it is wasting food.
Did I mention that I was on a diet before this week? Between Halloween and Thanksgiving, I tried to follow Weight Watchers’ Points Plus system in order to give myself some room to grow over the holidays. While the diet was successful enough, I think I managed to undo any good I might have accomplished in just a matter of days.
As for Thanksgiving itself, I was in a bad mood, but I’m not entirely sure why. I performed all my usual traditions: I went out to a bar the night before (Sadly my pre-Thanksgiving trips to Atlantic City are now a thing of the past), I played football in the morning (It didn’t help that a combination of age and coldness seemed to lessen everyone’s enthusiasm for the game), I had a bowl of soup for lunch, and then I took a pre-dinner bath. But for whatever reason, it felt like I was doing these things more out of obligation rather than gaining that much joy from them.
It also didn’t help my mood that for the first time ever, I had to work the following day. Sure it was a quiet day at the office, and I was very liberal with my lunch break, but it was still kind of depressing being there.
Oh well, I guess they can’t all be great Thanksgivings, right? Nothing left to do but put it in the past and look ahead to events yet to come. Or at least I’ll try to do that once all of these leftovers are gone. I’ll let you know how that goes in a few days.