There are people who say they enjoy Thanksgiving dinner even more the next day. I don’t. Family members and houseguests have been known to slip into the kitchen and quietly microwave small portions on their own, but I have never happily served warmed over turkey and gravy, sweet potato casserole, Brussels sprouts, and stuffing the next day.
Because just as Thanksgiving is all about stick-to-your-ribs Yankee pilgrim food (or some regional variation on the theme), Black Friday is the day we celebrate (and aid) struggling retailers, catch up on movies, and get our fill of football.
For me, eating tepid Thanksgiving leftovers on Black Friday is a little like bringing your own sandwich to a sporting event. You could, but it’s a lot more fun to order hotdogs and beer. Black Friday demands spice-rubbed Indian, salsa and guacamole food, anything that likes Italian red sauce.
By Sunday I might be motivated to make some beef stew for the leftover mashed potatoes or stir marshmallow-topped sweet potatoes into my morning oatmeal, but the only Thanksgiving salvage I’m really interested in is the turkey carcass that I’ll transform into a pot of tortilla soup and the leftover turkey that I finally introduce to a much sassier crowd.