Sir Loin found his way into the lush grass; it only took him three days. I wondered whether he'd find his way out, but he did fine with that.
The turkey I cooked Sunday is pretty well accounted for: the turkey soup is almost ready to eat (if any of my daughter's family would like to try it this evening, it's a big batch). The remaining turkey that didn't go into the freezer yesterday has been ground and turned into turkey salad; I even put the last of the deviled eggs in the salad.
Can you tell I hate to waste food? You should have seen me yesterday, picking through those bones to get every tiny morsel for the soup; I ended up with almost four cups. That's good meat that most people throw out with the bones, people! No wonder folks can't make ends meet.
My mother would be proud of me.