At this point, Brandy is pretty used to her regular postcards from Bunny, which usually arrive tattered, torn, water marked, and muddy from every mysterious corner of the earth. So when something other than a postcard showed up on her doorstep on the day after Thanksgiving, Brandy was more than a little surprised.
Opening her door that chilly morning Brandy was greeted by a group of smiling, handsome young men in fuzzy hats and brightly colored rugby jerseys. "Brandy?" one of them asked cheerily. Brandy gave a stern nod and he handed her a muddied and water marked envelope, which upon opening revealed the following note:
Greetings dear girl! These gentlemen are part of the Portuguese Handball team and have come to Chicago to play in a tournament. I met them in a pub in Uruguay and had a lovely chat with them about American foods and holidays. They seemed very interested in the traditions behind Thanksgiving and asked me to refer them to someone who could show them the ropes. As you're practically an American now, I thought you could oblige them. Much love to you! -Bunny
Brandy looked up from the flowery stationary upon which the note had been written to see the still smiling faces of the Portuguese Handball team looking at her expectantly. "Turkey?" one of them said, cocking his head to the left like a curious puppy. "Turkey, right, see the thing is," Brandy began, "I didn't make a turkey this year. We had a potluck at the Quilting Society meeting and I was in charge of the green beans and..." But her explanation didn't seem to be making any headway as the young men continued to smile and blink at her.
Not sure what else to do, she ushered them all inside her parlor and sat them down around the television set. "Alright, you want a traditional American Thanksgiving? Well first you have to watch Miracle on 34th Street," she said as she flipped on the tiny wood framed screen. Once she was quite sure that her unexpected house guests were occupied, she stealthily collected her coat, hat, and bag, and slipped out the door. "Where on earth am I to find a Thanksgiving dinner?" she grumbled on her way to the train, and after riding the Red Line as far as it would go, she came upon an answer.
Having visited Pret A Manger this past summer with Bunny, Brandy knew they had lots of options that would at least be freshly prepared (every Pret a Manger location prepares their wears on sight on a daily basis, donating whatever is left at the end of the day to a local shelter). "Perhaps I can cobble together something," she mused. But once arriving at the Pret in Evanston (there are also several Prets in the Loop and a new one opening up inside Merchandise Mart this week), Brandy was simply delighted to find that they were carrying a whole range of flavorful holiday favorites and treats. Loading her arms full of everything she could find, Brandy headed home to divvy up the treasures just as the Handball boys were finishing their movie.
There was also the Holiday Turkey Dinner Wrap, which came served hot. Sharing a lot of its flavors with the Holiday Lunch, the wrap also included sweet potatoes and crispy onions in addition to the turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce. This was probably Brandy's (and three out of the four handball players) favorite, as it combined all the best bits of the sweet and savory side dishes that really define a great holiday meal.
Though it may not have been a typical Thanksgiving meal, the Portuguese Handball Team seemed mighty pleased with their impromptu feast, so much so that they all fell asleep, strewn across the various sofas and chairs in Brandy's parlor. "Well then," Brandy sighed, "I suppose they discovered this little Thanksgiving tradition on their own."
The writers of this blog were provided with gift cards from Pret a Manger in order to sample the holiday menu and give an honest review.
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