Sadly, the holidays are over and it's time to take down the tree and pack away our decorations for another year. It's a pleasurably melancholy process -- in essence, saying good-bye to old friends but knowing we'll see them again in another year.
Not so with holiday leftovers. There's something darkly tragic about the vegetables, meats, and dairy products that conributed so much to our holiday meals now bearing one-way tickets to Trash Can Land:
The russet potato that froze, thawed and refroze in the garage several times. . . the last dollop of pickled beets and Danish cucumbers looking like a Jackson Pollock gone very, very wrong in the kitchen sink . . . the root vegetables, so robust and turgid (look it up) a couple of weeks ago, now limp and wan . . . and that roasted portabella and prosciutto lasagna, creamily elegant on New Year's Day but now faintly threatening . Honestly. It really creeps me out. Still tastes good, though.
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