Another successful feast. Even as I type, the remains of the turkey are in the oven along with some aromatic veggies to make a dark stock. This is not only healthy (rich as sin, too), but forces me to pick all the meat off the bird and get everything out of the kitchen. White meat, for sandwiches, in one container, dark meat, for soup and stews (turkey chili!) in another. I used to just take the white and say the hell with the rest, but my youngest loves the drumsticks - for a little thing she can do a real piranha job. And I don't mind the stronger flavor as I have aged.
Not so many leftovers...small containers of sweet and white mashed potatoes. 1/4 of a pumpkin, and half of a huge caramel pecan apple pie our guest brought, and we can't stop picking at it. Got fixings for an apple pie (tomorrow) in the fridge, maybe another pumpkin. I like to cook, I just don't like feeling that I am being forced to cook.
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