The Ricker likes the sandwich meat.

Thanksgiving at the Ricker's house comes with a few traditions of its own. First, it is understood that the majority of Christmas lights go up on Thursday and Friday. Second, the Ricker makes gravy from the giblets and feeds the turkey's organs to the cats. Third, dinner is served late, at his regular dinner time (the Ricker doesn't like to get off schedule). And finally, no one eats the sandwich meat.

What is the sandwich meat? It is those perfect, large slices of breast meat. The sandwich meat is all white and juicy. If anyone tries to eat the sandwich meat (even guests), the Ricker explains that he likes to save all the sandwich meat. Everyone eats the small, scrappy breast pieces and the dark meat. The sandwich meat stays on the plate, taunting you, until the Ricker puts it in a ziplock in the fridge.

What I've never understood is why the Ricker saves the sandwich meat, even though I've never seen him make a turkey sandwich. Why can't we enjoy the sandwich meat when it is fresh and hot, instead of reheating it the next day? And why does he insist on calling it "sandwich meat" even though he never makes sandwiches out of it?