Turkey that had been served beautifully on Thursday can, by Friday, be eaten while being held in one fist while the other hand is grabbing a can of diet soda from the fridge.

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Leftovers are not only the best part of Thanksgiving; for many of us, leftovers are actually the best parts of life.

Most people won’t give you the evil eye if you’re going for what remains after they’ve made their choices. I learned early that if you focus your appetite on what others don’t want, you can feast every day. Here’s the real secret: The trifles, scraped off the sides, have the best flavor.

I live for scraps. I want the bits — the burnt parts, the crispiest pieces, the gravy and the bones.

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The toughest bits and parts of what’s left over keep the best.

Delicacies have to be consumed the moment they’re presented or else they can kill you. Would you like salmon mousse served on thinly sliced avocado seven hours after it was plated? Not if you want to spend the next day upright. How about if I throw some stuffing into the gravy and heat it up? Want that for a snack? I make stuffing from stale bread. There is basically no expiration date.

Thanksgiving, more than any other holiday, is all about leftovers. Celebrating gratitude, bounty and harvest, Thanksgiving is about the relief you feel when you have more than enough. That signature sense of satisfaction is ideally braided with the recognition of both community and interdependence.

Thanksgiving is also, of course, about imitating the first feast offered by native people to uninvited visitors who ended up surprising them by being the People Who Would Never Leave. In this manner, they set the pattern. Thanksgiving is indeed the holiday of people who never know when it’s time for them to go.

One of the primary reasons you want them to go is so that you can start on the leftovers.

Helping yourself to leftovers means not waiting to be served, not having to stick to certain portions and not having to balance your diet. To eat leftovers, you don’t actually even have to sit down. The food is up for grabs — sometimes quite literally. Turkey that had been served beautifully, eaten gracefully, savored over the course of hours and discussed as a delicacy on Thursday can, by Friday, be eaten while being held in one fist while the other hand is grabbing a can of diet soda from the fridge.

If Thanksgiving is about following recipes and cooking inside the lines, leftovers are about cooking and eating outside the lines. We can employ the language of those in marketing and instead of calling them leftovers, refer to them as previously loved, environmentally friendly, gently used and repurposed.

While nobody wants food that’s been around too long, a lot of leftovers have some serious shelf life. Mistakes in preparation of leftovers, far less serious than errors in the original main meal, can lead to delicious inventions. Think turkey tetrazzini, potpie and club sandwich.

And some things are simply better the second time around. These include pasta, turkey and love.

Second helpings can lead to serendipitous pairings: they’re the blind dates of the food world.