Thanksgiving for Two . . . On A Sunday

Sunday Lunch

That's what they called it in England --

the Sunday midday meal.

Taken often in a pub

It was the Sunday Roast --

chicken, pork or beef

served with potatoes, vegetables and sauce

(apple for the pork/horseradish for the beef

and we never ordered chicken but I'm sure it came "sauced" as well)

Taking a cue from our English sojourn

Sunday, after the real Thanksgiving was a mere memory

After the Sarah and her Andy left for the North

I set the table in the dining room

For two -- just Jim and I

A lace tablecloth, the blue and white bowl full of pumpkins, gourds and leaves

My Spode Festival and my everyday cutlery

white linen napkins in silver rings

For I had roasted a turkey breast . . . 

And mashed potatoes and roasted butternut squash

All put on my new Spode Festival tray

And we sat down to a Thanksgiving dinner

complete with dressing, cranberry sauce

and gravy -- in my new Spode Festival gravy boat.

Alas, no hot rolls and no pumpkin pie

And we really didn't miss either!

For

I did it for one reason and one reason only . . . 

When you're company you often don't have the opportunity

to have the evening

turkey sandwich with cranberry sauce and mayonnaise

washed down by an icy glass of milk.

Served on one of two (but I hope to remedy that in the future)

Myott's Queen's ware Thanksgiving salad plate.

It was superb!!!