Turkey: Going, going, gone

I hadn't made turkey pot pie for years, so I don't know why it even came to mind, but as I was cooking the turkey on Thanksgiving day, I thought of it, then forgot it. Friday I once again considered it, and mentioned it to Cliff.  "I can't believe you mentioned that," he said.  "I've been thinking about that all day."

That isn't an unusual happening.  The other day we were in the car going somewhere... I suppose to the store, since that's the only place we go any more.  The car we have now doesn't need a key inserted to make it run; as long as the key is in Cliff's pocket, he can push a button and it will start.  I got my eyes fixated on that button that starts the car, with lights up and stays lit when the car is running.  So I asked Cliff, "What would happen if you just turned the car off while going down the road?"

"I was thinking that same thing, just now!" he said, flabbergasted.  I wondered at the time what the chances were for that happening.  I guess we've been married so long, our brains become synchronized; that's a scary thought.  

But I digress.  I decided to look for the Better Homes and Garden cookbook that would have the recipe I always used, and found it.  I had all the ingredients except the half-cup of mushrooms, and that wasn't really necessary to have.  I told Cliff I'd make it Saturday (yesterday).  I think the reason I hadn't made it in a long time was that there's pie crust involved.  Pie crust is the most unhealthy thing you can consume, in my opinion:  Nothing but lard or Crisco, flour, and salt.  Don't get me wrong, I love pie dough.  When my mom made pies, I'd wait around until the pies were in the oven and she'd put the scraps in a pan to cook.  I loved those browned, crunchy, oddball-sized pieces of crust.  I later made them for my children, and now I sometimes bake the scraps for myself.  But I don't like to use it for anything less than a fruity, sweet pie:  If I'm going to take a bite of  the forbidden fruit, I'd rather have it in the form of something sweet and gooey, with ice cream on top, rather than waste it on turkey.

But I did make the turkey pot pie.  Of course the recipe makes enough to serve six, so we'll be having warmed-over pot pie again today, and maybe tomorrow.  I'm glad my husband and I don't mind leftovers.  The bonus is that I don't have to cook anything.

I'll probably get the turkey carcass out of the freezer today and boil it for a couple of hours.  That gives us the makings of turkey frame soup.  Maybe I'll freeze that broth and picked-off-the-bone meat in a baggie and wait a couple of weeks to use it.  There are still some turkey chunks and slices in the refrigerator, although the three cups of turkey I used for the pot pie really depleted it.  It's time to freeze what is left to use later for gumbo or jambalaya.

We do not get tired of turkey.

And now, on to Christmas, which this year will be just another day for us.  Maybe I should go to the expense of sending cards, just so I'd be doing something for Christmas.

I suppose that's it for this entry.

Yours till the ocean wears rubber pants 

to keep its bottom dry.     

(that was a popular thing to write in autograph books, when I was a kid.)

Donna