I lost the Iron Ring to John last night at fencing practice.
As soon as I had won it at Push, he declared his
I think that the massive amounts of leftovers are one of the best parts of any major holiday. (People who hate leftovers with the fire of a thousand burning suns – and I know that you exist – are free to disagree with me, of course.)
You don’t have to take your leftovers and re-make and re-heat the holiday meal as it originally was on your plate until the leftovers are gone. That’s boring. Leftovers have so much potential.
Leftover turkey turns into turkey pot pie, curried turkey, turkey quesadillas, turkey noodle soup, turkey and mushroom lasagna…. In fact, we made the turkey pot pie for dinner on Sunday, and ended up with not only the dinner, but with two days worth of lunches as well. (“leftovers of our leftovers”, according to John.) It is a good thing that we like turkey.
There is seldom any leftover stuffing, but it goes well with any dish that incorporates eggs – like a fritatta. It also goes well when eaten cold, straight out of the tupperware, while standing in front of the open fridge.
In the spirit of using up every last bit of the bird, the carcass was rendered down for stock and all of the last shreds of meat were ground up into turkey a la king, which will be delicious in sandwiches.