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!
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!!!