Tortilla Turkey Sandwiches

Thanksgiving 2027. Thirty-one people. Two high chairs. One bouncy seat. Three tables. One kitchen. One grandmother. One cast iron skillet. One God who looked at this family and said, "You know what? Let them have a good one this year." And it was good. It was so good.

Earl Jr. was here. In person. In Savannah. Sitting at the table, cancer-free, saying grace with the voice of a man who nearly lost the chance to say grace and who knows now — really knows, in the way you only know when you've been through it — that the grace is not a formality. The grace is the miracle. The grace is the fact that you're alive to say it.

He said: "For this food. For these hands. For the woman who made it. For the empty chair that is never empty. For the cancer that came and went. For the babies who came and stayed. For Michael, who eats more greens than any two-year-old in America. For Pearl, who is six weeks old and has already been dressed as a shrimp. For all of it. For the table. For the table. For the table." Three times he said "for the table." The repetition was the sermon. The table is the thing. The table has always been the thing.

Michael — twenty-three months, weeks from turning two — sat in his high chair and ate everything. Turkey: yes. Dressing: yes. Greens: "GRUH," said with the enthusiasm of a boy who has been saying "gruh" for four months and who has perfected the pronunciation to the point where it almost sounds like "greens." Mac and cheese: yes. Cornbread: three pieces. Pumpkin pie: suspicion, then acceptance, then more. He is a Henderson at the table. He eats like a Henderson at the table. The mission continues.

Pearl slept through most of it. She woke for a feeding. Kayla nursed her at the table because in this family, babies eat where the family eats, and the family eats at the table, and the table is where everything happens. Pearl ate at the Thanksgiving table. Six weeks old. Her first Thanksgiving. Her first meal at the family altar. The altar held.

Now go on and feed somebody.

After a Thanksgiving like that one — thirty-one people, Earl Jr.’s grace still ringing in my chest, Michael with cornbread on his face, Pearl asleep on Kayla’s shoulder — you don’t want the table to end. That’s the honest truth. You want it to keep going. And it does, the next day, when you pull that turkey out of the refrigerator and wrap it up in something easy enough that everybody can feed themselves while the stories from yesterday are still being told. This is that recipe. The one that keeps the table going just a little longer.

Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 0 min | Total Time: 15 min | Servings: 6

Ingredients

6 large flour tortillas (10-inch)
3 cups cooked turkey, thinly sliced or shredded
1/2 cup mayonnaise
1/3 cup whole-berry cranberry sauce
1 1/2 cups romaine lettuce, chopped
2 medium tomatoes, thinly sliced
6 slices provolone or Swiss cheese
1/2 red onion, thinly sliced
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
Salt and black pepper to taste

Instructions

Mix the spread. In a small bowl, stir together the mayonnaise, cranberry sauce, and garlic powder until combined. Taste and season with salt and pepper as needed. This sweet-savory spread is what makes these wraps taste like they belong to the holiday.
Warm the tortillas. Lay each tortilla flat in a dry skillet over medium heat for about 20 seconds per side, just until pliable and slightly warm. Keep them wrapped in a clean kitchen towel as you work so they stay soft.
Build the wraps. Spread about 2 tablespoons of the cranberry mayonnaise across the center of each tortilla, leaving a 1-inch border around the edges. Layer on a slice of cheese, then a generous portion of turkey, a few slices of tomato, a handful of lettuce, and a few rings of red onion.
Roll and seal. Fold in the sides of each tortilla, then roll up from the bottom, pulling firmly as you go to keep the filling tight. Place seam-side down on a cutting board.
Slice and serve. Cut each wrap in half on the diagonal. Serve immediately, or wrap tightly in parchment paper and refrigerate for up to 4 hours before serving. These travel well — good for the cousins who have a long drive home.

Nutrition (per serving)

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