“Leftovers, eaten the day after, or maybe late the night of, are the best part of Thanksgiving,” Helen Rosner writes. “The performance of the big meal is done, the mood has relaxed, the more distasteful guests are long gone. You are neither a host nor a guest: you are a person alone with her refrigerator, her appetite, and her creativity.

 “Leftovers, eaten the day after, or maybe late the night of, are the best part of Thanksgiving,” Helen Rosner writes. “The performance of the big meal is done, the mood has relaxed, the more distasteful guests are long gone. You are neither a host nor a guest: you are a person alone with her refrigerator, her appetite, and her creativity. The Thanksgiving-leftovers sandwich is a continuation of the holiday ritual, the festive meal’s third and final act: after preparation and presentation comes a dénouement of sandwichification.” Read Rosner on constructing the perfect T.L.S.—a matter of instinct and desire: https://newyorkermag.visitlink.me/AuoZYB

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